Message-ID: <32395asstr$999609005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <002f01c13535$a0e9cbe0$c07cf2d0@wards> From: "Bill Morgan" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2462.0000 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 07:34:55 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} NEW from Morgan:KATHY CARLSON 7 of 9 M/F Rom; Next in Ali Clifford saga x-asstr-message-id-hack: 32395 Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2001 09:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, kelly <1st attachment, "Kathy Carlson 7.txt" begin> The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual relationships. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.* * * * *Kathy Carlson Part 7 of 9* Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan. All Rights Reserved Please note the original copyright date. This story was basically written eight years ago. As a result, you will likely find obsolete references. I'm afraid you'll just have to live with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and greatest. This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and in time parallels _Allison_. It's an illustration of the fact that stories -- and characters -- often run away from their writers. It's certainly true in this one, if one wishes to compare Kathy Carlson's position in this one compared to her appearance in _Allison_. Oh, well... Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_. The reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my intent. Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold face. If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there. More of my works are posted on my site If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at My books are now also posted on . * * * *Chapter 44* "I'm being discriminated against, Miss Andy!" Ellen Duncan exclaimed. Ellie, Sam's wife, had joined them from San Diego just a few days earlier. Nearly three weeks had passed since Kelly's return from her trip to Los Angeles and Andy was working out on the exercise machines. As usual she was naked. Since Andy had just finished her workout -- Ellie already knew enough not to bother her while she was exercising -- sweat was pouring off her body. Andy stopped what she was doing and just stretched. As she did, Ellie marveled at the muscles in the woman's body. Then she looked up at Ellen Duncan and frowned. "How are you being discriminated against? What have I done now?" Ellie was a beautiful black woman whose skin was actually a light chocolate brown. Her features were beautiful and she wore her dark, naturally-wavy hair long. Ellie's carriage was erect but she was about twenty pounds overweight. Before Ellie could reply Kelly and Nita Lucas came bounding into the room. Kelly was being chased by Nita who was trying to pinch her bottom. Kelly was giggling while Nita was pretending to be furious. Both girls were also naked. Kelly came to a screeching stop and softened her buns. Nita gave her a light pinch, and then the two girls embraced and kissed. When they parted, Kelly's eyes were gleaming. "Happy now?" "I guess so," Nita said with a little pout. Then she gave Kelly a hard pinch and jumped on one of the exercise machines. Kelly just ruefully rubbed her injured bottom and got on another one. "Just look at them and look at you," Ellie said. "I don't understand," Andy said looking puzzled. Then she glared at Ellie and said, "And by the way: It's Andy. Just plain Andy. It is _not_ Miss Andy! Clear?" The woman grinned brightly and nodded. Then she said, "Just look at me!" She was wearing a beige wool skirt with a green cashmere sweater and looked lovely. Andy said as much and just looked baffled. "Why can't I be like the rest of you? Why won't you let me serve you naked?" The woman shook her head and said, "I certainly admit you wouldn't want me to do it in my present condition, but if I promise to lose about twenty pounds of sloppy fat...?" Again Andy just shook her head, baffled, and said, "But Ellie, that would be demean ing..." "It would like hell!" the woman exclaimed. "Just look at you and look at the girls. My God! If I ever looked like you I would be rich!" Ellie gracefully dropped to her knees and sat back on her ankles with her torso upright. With a quick move she slipped the sweater over her head and then released the catch on her bra. Now stripped to the waist, she just looked at Andy but said nothing. In spite of her excess weight, her breasts were round and full with very youthful-looking nipples. With her back up straight they were proudly upthrust. Andy had noticed how gracefully Ellie moved. Her movements reminded her of those of a trained dancer. Then Ellie said, "Andy, when I met Sam years ago I was a stripper. I never looked as good as you or the girls even then, but I did look good. Of course, that's what I meant about being rich -- if I had looked like you do now, I could have made a mint of money. But then when he married me, I'm afraid I let myself go to seed." Then she held her head up straight and said, "Would you believe I'm only forty-two? I am." Then she let her tears roll down her cheeks and said, "I can't believe you, Andy. Before I came here, Sam told me what wonderful people you all are. What he didn't tell me -- he's only a man, so maybe he never noticed or if he did, it never registered -- is the way this place is just flooded with love. I've never seen nor heard of anything like it in my life." Then in spite of her tears she grinned and said, "I guess it is getting to Sam, though, even if he doesn't know what it is that is happening. Now he takes me every night -- that hasn't happened in years -- and our lovemaking has been getting better and better." Looking hard into Andy's eyes she asked, "Andy, please? If I get in shape, may I work around the apartment naked?" Then with a gleam in her eyes she said, "And I've heard about the Trangs and about you. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be in shape good enough so that I could proudly serve you and your guests naked, just wearing a big white bow on the back of my head and maybe a little one in my pubic hair." Then with a series of very quick and graceful moves Ellie rose to her feet, stripped off her skirt and bikini and just stood up straight. Reaching down with her long fingers she ran them through her silken pubic hair and asked, "Should I keep it this way or do you think I would look better bare?" Finally Andy rose to her feet and said, "Ellie, I think you would look lovely either way! Now, lady, get your fat ass in gear and start working off some of that lard!" When Ellie moved within reach, Andy took the woman into her arms and kissed her softly. Then she put her arms around her, pulled her close and proceeded to work her lips on the older woman's. The flow of love almost knocked Ellie down. When Andy finally released her, the woman's eyes were glazed and her breathing was ragged. Finally she murmured, "Wow!" With her respiration back close to normal she said, "I didn't know the half of it, did I? The love I mentioned earlier is all yours, Andy, isn't it? What Sam and I feel is just what spills over from the love you direct towards Jack and Kelly and Nita... I guess a person can absorb only so much. You give so damned much, no one can take it all in, so the rest just spills over on the floor and floods the whole apartment." Then Ellie put her arms around Andy and proceeded to kiss her. She tried to do to Andy what Andy had just done to her. It was the first time she had ever tried to convey her love to a woman, but she did. Now it was Andy's turn to reel. Her eyes widened as she felt the woman's love flow into her. This time, Andy hugged her tightly and returned the kiss the same way. Using her tongue she surprised Ellie by probing her mouth. When their tongues touched there was a jolt of electricity through both of them. Slowly they eased apart. With her eyes wide Ellie said, "Thank you, Andy." Then she shook her head and said, "I'm a black woman but you don't care, do you?" Looking deeply into Andy's blue eyes she said, "Maybe you don't even know. To you we're just people, aren't we? Things like color or religion or nationality don't really register with you, do they?" Now her eyes were shining as she said, "I love you, Andy Taylor! I love you very much." Then she yelped and jumped. Andy had just pinched her hard on one of her soft ass cheeks. Pretending to glare at her Andy said, "I may not recognize colors but I sure can recognize flab! And I _hate_ pinching flab! Now get your fat black ass in gear and do something so I can have a nice tight ass to pinch in a few weeks." Ellie just grinned while she lightly rubbed her wounded bottom. After Andy asked Kelly to get Ellie started on the exercise machines, she slipped outside to start swimming laps. Getting off her machine Kelly grinned as she went over to Ellie. Then she took the woman into her arms and kissed her the same way her mother had. Kelly could feel the woman's knees weaken so she let her sag until they were both kneeling at a point where exercise mats covered the floor like a thin mattress. Easing the woman down on her back, Kelly continued to kiss her with all the love she possessed. Seeing what Kelly was doing, Nita came over and joined them, going down on her knees across Ellie's body from Kelly. When Kelly eased up, but before Ellie could move, Nita was crushing her lips to hers. Seeing that her hips were writhing, Kelly knelt between Ellie's now wide-spread legs and lowered her mouth to the woman's cunt. While Nita continued to kiss her, Kelly began to tongue her slit and found her clitoris with her tongue. Guessing what was about to happen, Nita lay across Ellie's chest and kept her pinned to the mat. Although she tried to struggle, the combined strength of the two girls was much too much for her to overcome. Ellie was beside herself. Never in her life had she had such an experience. As if the kisses she received from Andy weren't enough, now the two young women were working her over in a way she could not imagine and had never even dreamt of. Suddenly she felt her pelvis shudder as an orgasm overtook her. Feeling her love juices flowing in a flood, she stopped struggling and just lay back on the mat to savor the feeling. As she did, the two girls quickly changed places. Now it was Kelly who was working on Ellie's lips while Nita worked on her cunt. Although she could see nothing, she could feel her legs being lifted and then placed over Nita's shoulders. Then she felt the girl's tongue probing her insides and licking her slit. Reaching another orgasm, she tried to scream but Kelly's mouth was covering her own. At the same time she felt a wonderful sensation as soft fingers -- probably Kelly's -- stroked her tits. To the woman's amazement her nipples were erect and throbbing. As Kelly continued to work on them, she tried to scream with the combination of pleasure and pain. This time she released the scream since Kelly removed her lips and began to bite her nipples. Incredibly, Ellie realized that Nita, eating her cunt, had brought her to continuous orgasm. When the girl bit down on her turgid and now-so-sensitive clit, she fainted. Later, when she opened her eyes, she saw the two girls kneeling beside her facing one another. Both girls' torsos were upright and their hands were on their thighs as they just looked into her eyes and waited. Looking from one to the other she saw a look of puzzlement on both their faces that seemed as phony as a three-dollar bill. Grimacing, she said, "Okay. I'll bite. What's so puzzling?" "Ellie," Kelly said, trying her best to sound sincere, although it was obvious she was trying to suppress her giggles, "you're a black woman. We both drank from it and we agree: Your cunt doesn't taste like chocolate. Why not? I thought all black women did." Ellie just grinned up at them. When she did, she looked like a teenager. Kelly realized right then that Ellie was just a very short time away from being an incredible beauty. Then she shook her head and asked, "Why? Why did you do that? Why did you go down on a black woman?" "Speaking for myself," Kelly replied, "it's because I love you so much. It seemed like a nice thing to do. Did... Did you like it? Did it feel good?" "Girls, you are too much! Both of you." Slowly she got up off the mat and went to the first machine. Kelly set it up and Ellie began her workout. As she did she said, "I didn't really know what to expect when I joined Sam here at the apartment. I certainly didn't expect what I found, though." She smiled and continued, "First of all, our love life hasn't been this good since our honeymoon... In fact, I don't think it was this good back then. It's... It's the loving atmosphere here. It's the whole family -- and I'm counting you in, Nita. It's things like what you just did... It's your kisses -- and your mother's. It's just all of the incredible love that's getting to both of us." She looked at them and said, "Maybe that's why no one seems to mind being naked in the apartment. There's just so much love in the air, it keeps us all warm." Then she smiled warmly and said, "For that matter, if I ever start to feel cold all I have to do is look at Mr. Jack looking at Andy -- he always is, you know. His love for her -- and hers for him -- is just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She shook her head as if to clear it and said, "I think I love you as much as I love my own child. In fact, I just might love you people more." She continued her workout while the girls went back to their machines. That night at the dinner table everyone was well dressed. Shortly after her first visit, Nita had moved out of her residential hotel and moved in with the Taylors. The other girls at the hotel were whispering that Nita was now a rich man's mistress and she said and did nothing to change their minds. The idea -- in contrast to the reality -- greatly amused her. In fact, when Sam came to pick her up in the Rolls, she was wearing an exquisite outfit she had purchased for herself with some of the money from the check that had appeared on her desk. As she left the hotel she looked like a rich man's mistress going to meet her lover. She loved the feeling and loved the looks -- mostly of envy -- she received from the other girls as the big car pulled away. Her progress towards becoming Kelly's physical duplicate was very good. In just a few weeks she had doubled her weight loading and doubled the number of reps. Now, all she had to do was double them both again and she would be there. To her delight Kelly coached her on all of the same things that she had previously worked on including etiquette, speech, handwriting and the classics. As Kelly and Andy both knew, Nita was a brilliant young woman. For Nita, dinner was the best time of the whole day. She sat across from Kelly, with Jack to her left at the head of the table and Andy to her right. The food was always utterly spectacular and the conversation was always thought-provoking. Tonight Jack and Andy were discussing the merits of several different wines that had been served. Although Andy and Kelly did all the cooking -- Ellie watched them in utter amazement and said that she was attending the world's finest cooking school free -- Ellie served the table. Although Jack and Andy had asked repeatedly, the Duncans flatly refused to dine with them. However, Andy could see both Ellie and Sam standing close to the door listening to the conversation. Addressing them, she said, "Ellie and Sam: Get your black asses in here this minute!" The two appeared looking very sheepish. Andy grinned at them and said, "You know what? You both look like seven-year-olds ordered to go to the principal's office. Personally, I think it's cute. However!... It's clear that you are both interested in wines and in our dinner-table conversation. Therefore, it is decreed that you will both join us at the table... and participate! This time I will not accept no for an answer." Although they both tried to argue, Andy was adamant. Sam drew up chairs and Andy seated Sam to her right and Ellie to Jack's right. They went back to their discussion of wines with the Duncans listening carefully, tasting the wines, but saying nothing. When dinner was finished, Jack suggested playing Bridge but Andy grinned and suggested Poker instead. Again she insisted that the Duncans join in, pointing out that poker is a good game for six and she was sure they both knew how to play -- or at least Sam did. Sam was still sheepish as he set up the poker table. When they were all seated -- the four women had joined in quickly to clean up the dishes and the kitchen -- Jack asked what they were going to play for. With a big grin Andy announced that it was going to be strip poker. In spite of his initial nervousness, Sam found himself having a wonderful time. During a break in the play when the women left the table, Sam looked at Jack and said, "You know, my wife went in to complain to Miss Andy -- excuse me, Andy. She told me about it before dinner. Well, sir, I don't think she's the one with the complaint. It's really me." Jack asked what the problem was and Sam told him how in just the week she had been with him, Ellie was sexually assaulting him with increasing frequency. "In fact," he said, "it's getting so I can't even get a full night's sleep. There I'll be sleeping comfortably with Ellie's beautiful hair spilling over my shoulder -- she sleeps on my shoulder now, the way Andy sleeps on yours -- when... when I'm attacked! What is going on, anyway?" The four women returned to the room as Jack just looked at him and slowly shook his head. "Sam, have you ever heard Andy bleating about working out so she won't get killed when she's in bed with me?" Sam nodded his head. "It's unmitigated bullshit!" Jack exclaimed. "Look at me. Look at Ken Carlson. We're both big -- and you certainly are, too. Sam, if we weren't, we would be dead. You see, our wives are real man-eaters. If we weren't big, we would be utterly destroyed." Jack looked thoughtful and continued, "I think it was Ken Carlson who first figured it out. He estimates that in order to survive we need to approximately double our wives' weights. Most of us don't quite make it. The girls typically run about 120 and we don't make 240. I guess I can... maintain Andy's interest... at about 220 or so." Looking at Sam he said, "Of course, Ellie is going to be losing some weight, so that should give you a bit of a break..." While he was speaking, Andy was making sad faces and murmuring, "The poor, poor man..." Then Jack said, "Look, Sam, you were an Army Ranger, right?" Sam nodded, puzzled at the direction Jack was taking. "Well," he continued, "what sort of assignments do the Rangers get? The lousiest, dirtiest, nastiest jobs, right? The ones no one else will touch -- or could handle, if they did -- right?" Again Sam nodded. "Well, damn it, man, what's your problem? For your whole damned Army career you were outnumbered, outgunned and fighting in rotten terrain. So what's changed? For God's sake, man, aren't you used to it by now?" Shaking his head sadly he said, "Sam, war is hell, but what's news about that? It's a dirty job, Sam, but someone always gets stuck with it." He shook his head and said, "There are compensations, though. For example, even though Andy is voracious, I sleep every night with female perfection. I feel her wonderful body molded against mine. I probe her marvelous wetness and feel her incredible body go wild against mine." Then he gave Andy the warmest smile she had ever seen and added, "And, of course, I swim in the most incredible love a man has ever experienced from the most gorgeous woman the good Lord ever created. Andy Taylor is a man's dream come true." The look he gave her was the warmest and most loving Andy had ever seen as he concluded, "And with luck soon her belly will begin to swell as she carries our children -- the living, breathing products of our love for each other. I can't wait!" "And I can't either, darling," Andy replied softly. "Jack Taylor, I love you with all my heart!" Sam just grinned, got up from his seat and went around to where Ellie was sitting. She had been a loser in the game and was now stripped down to just her bikini. In spite of her extra weight, Ellen Duncan was utterly beautiful. Her belly was convex and her tits were large but still self-supporting. The rest of her extra weight was in her hips, thighs and bottom. In fact, even in her present overweight condition she looked like the model for an Italian Renaissance painter. To her surprise Sam scooped her up from her chair and into his arms as if she were weightless and then hugged her close to his bare chest. When he moved his face, she lifted hers up to meet him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Ellie concentrated on conveying the enormous love she felt for her husband. He was right, too. Her love had been increasing in intensity since she arrived in New York. After feeling the love and incredible passion in her kiss, he eased away and said, "Jack, I guess you're right. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it." Then looking into Ellie's eyes he said, "Wife, I need you where you belong: naked in my bed with your legs spread wide!" "Oh, dear," she said in a flat little-girl voice, "Andy, all we are is sexual playthings. Isn't it awful?" Then her voice changed and became deep and sexy as she said, "Well? What are you waiting for? I can't very well spread my legs when you're holding me like this." Then to the others in her normal voice she said, "Good night, all. Thank you for the wonderful evening. I'm sorry we have to leave so early but Sam is feeling a little peaked..." The others laughed as Sam carried her from the room. Since their departure effectively broke up the game, Jack went off to get beers for the rest of them. While he was gone, Nita shook her head sadly and said, "It's all very well for the rest of you to joke, but what about me? As if it isn't bad enough having to watch you and Jack, and Kelly with Kevin when he's over here, now I have to look at Sam and Ellie, besides. But what about me?" "What about you?" Andy asked. "You've never mentioned a man. Do you have a boyfriend? My guess is no or we would have seen him -- or at least heard about him -- by now." Nita shook her head sadly and said, "No, Andy, never." Then she told them for the first time how she had managed to get into women's fashions and rise to her position as head buyer for one of the most prestigious stores in the country. Like Kelly, Nita was far smarter than her classmates in Brooklyn. Also like her, she had dreamed dreams of getting ahead and making a better life for herself. She, too, had grown up living with relatives all of whom had large families and had neither time nor money to spend on her. When she realized she had a flair for fashion, she had decided to develop it. First, she had gone to the public library where she used their file copies of women's fashion magazines going back in time, but also used back issues of _Women's Wear Daily._ In addition, she haunted the finest stores in New York, being thrown out time after time, in fact, because she never bought anything and store security were afraid she was a shoplifter or the confederate of a burglary gang casing the store. Finally, she lied about her age and at the age of sixteen got her first fashion job as a sales clerk in women's wear. Early on she discovered that, remarkably, few stores bothered to check either credentials or references. The result was that over time Nita embellished both. At the age of only nineteen she talked her way into a position at Bergdorf's and with her ability skyrocketed to the top position in only two years. There were two corollaries: First, the combination of her schoolwork, her fashion research and her jobs took all her available time. In fact, she had learned to subsist on only five or six hours of sleep a night in order to have more time for her research. Second, her interests were totally different from those of her contemporaries. While none of them knew what she was doing, they all assessed her as being very strange. The result -- coupled with going to an all-girls high school -- was that she never met any boys. "So that's the story of Anita Lucas," she finished. Then she added, "I guess that's why I love Kelly so much. We're really so very much alike." The two girls now slept in the same room and in the same bed. Whenever Andy had gone in late at night to check on them, she invariably found the two girls wrapped in each other's arms. Andy was finding herself feeling the same love for Nita that she did for Kelly. When she had spoken to Jack about it, he just grinned, shrugged, and told her to do whatever she wanted, but he wouldn't mind adopting another beautiful daughter. He now loved Nita very much, too, and with their constant teasing, Kelly and Nita were delights to have around. "What about men now?" Andy asked. "Do you ever meet any?" Nita looked thoughtful and said, "There's one. His name is Bill Johnson and he's the account supervisor on the Bergdorf account at our ad agency. I'm involved with him in selecting items to be featured in our ads in _The New Yorker, New York Magazine_ and the women's fashion books." Then her face fell as she added, "Of course, since I'm as phony as a three-dollar bill, whenever Bill is around, I am as haughty as I can be to keep him away." "Tell me more about Bill Johnson," Andy said softly. "He's just great!" she said with her eyes lighting up. "He's six feet three, with light brown hair and grey eyes. He's always very well-dressed and he's really well-educated. I'm sure he's from a fine family because I know he graduated from Yale and then got his MBA from the Harvard Business School." "You really like him, don't you?" Andy persisted. She could see tears start to form and then begin to roll down Nita's cheeks as the girl just nodded rapidly. Andy just filed the information in her brain. * * * As Jack walked into the main sitting room of his club he saw most of the members present surreptitiously looking towards the corner. Stopping, he looked around and was not surprised to see Jim Duffy and Mike Higgins on their feet in the corner waving to him. As he went towards them, he felt a little odd. It was the first time he had worn good clothes during the day in months. His working uniform ever since his time in Los Angeles had been work boots, Levi's and a work shirt. Today he was wearing his blue blazer and gray flannel slacks with a blue button-down shirt and a striped tie. The purpose of the meeting today was to review the results he had achieved with Argus Construction, now a division of Pacific/Higgins. When he reached the men, it came as no surprise to find Kathy Carlson sitting there with them. She had been the object of all of the members' curiosity. Today she looked incredibly beautiful and elegant. Jack remembered that she was a partner in the finest law firm on the Pacific Coast, and today she really looked the part. After shaking hands with the men whose hands were out, he extended his hand to Kathy. Jumping to her feet she exclaimed, "Oh, pooh!" and melted him with a kiss. Ignoring all the men looking in her direction she wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and almost knocked him down with the power of her kiss. When she released him, Jack took a deep breath and said "Wow!" Then he frowned at her and said, "Look, lady! I'm a happily married man. But a few more kisses like that..." Kathy just grinned and stuck out her tongue. Taking a seat, Jack started to open his attach, case but Jim Duffy just shook his head. "Jack, what's the use? We already know the numbers and they are utterly appalling." Jack's eyes widened in surprise at Jim's opening comment. He was stunned because he thought he had been doing a good job. Jim and Mike just slowly shook their heads. Then Mike said, "Taylor, do you know what you've done?" All he could do was shake his head. "Well," Mike continued, "Kristin, as well as being my wife and about to become the mother of my first child, in her spare time is our chief financial officer." Mike shook his head, held up his hands and said, "Look, Jack, believe me when I say there's nothing personal. I mean... Well, look, she is my wife and I love her desperately so when she tells me to give you hell, I have to do it." Mike's eyes widened as he appeared to be pleading for forgiveness in advance. Then he added, "Hell, Jack, what would you do if Andy told you there was something you just had to do. You would do it, right?" "But... But what happened?" Jack stammered. "I thought we were doing pretty well..." Then in a very low voice he added, "Poor Andy is going to be crushed. She's been working so damned hard, too..." In fact, Andy had been doing in New York what earlier she had done in Los Angeles: Going from site to site doing the dirtiest jobs on every project, always including cleaning the latrines. Jack knew that all the crews adored her and would do anything for her. He had thought that, largely because of Andy's presence on the sites and all the work she had done, the men's productivity had been outstanding, but now he didn't know what had gone wrong. While he was reflecting, Mike continued, "But don't you see, Jack, that's the problem. Look, consider me to be giving you fourteen kinds of hell on instructions from my wife. She was utterly furious! Do you know what her parting words were?" Jack just shook his head. "She said, and I quote, 'If those two idiots in New York don't quit trying to bury us under mountains of money, I'll... I'll make them invest it themselves! Then we'll see how much they like it.'" Now both Mike and Jim were grinning from ear to ear. Jim said, "Jack, you have been doing an utterly incredible job out here. You've been accounting for about two-thirds of our total profit on about half of the revenue. We don't know what you and Andy have been doing, but whatever it is, it sure works!" Jack grinned broadly as he felt a great sense of relief. Then they went on to tell him that they wanted to reconstitute the corporation again, this time as PHA Construction, Inc. Jim explained that was the reason Kathy was present. She opened her briefcase and took out copies of a contract for each of them. The three men reviewed it, with Jack's eyes widening as he realized what it would accomplish. He and Andy would end up owning 50 percent of the merged firm. Jim would remain chairman, Mike would be president, and he would be vice-chairman of the board. The three of them would also constitute the executive committee. "But what about finance, and legal, and stuff?" Jack asked. "Shouldn't those functions be represented on the executive committee, too?" "Are you kidding?" Mike asked, feigning amazement. "Jack, let's face it: The primary purpose of the executive committee is to give the three of us the opportunity to get in some poker. And if you think I'm going to let that shark I married sit down at a poker table against me, you need to have your head examined." Then he grinned and added, "It seems to me that the first time you met Kris she gave you a lesson in the game, didn't she?" Jack just grinned and shook his head. Then he objected to the division of ownership on the basis that he and Andy shouldn't have more than one-third, and 25 percent would be even better. Mike and Jim were adamant, pointing out that they were cheating him already when figured on a share-of-profits basis. Finally Jack was pounded into submission. Then he was surprised when Mike asked Kathy if she would excuse them. It was clear that she was a little hurt, but immediately got to her feet. Jack helped her into the magnificent mink coat she had spread open on the chair beneath her and told her that Sam was waiting right outside the door to drive her to the apartment. By the time she arrived, Kris and Kimmie should already be there. They watched her as she strode across the room and were amused to see all the men's heads pivot to follow her progress across the room and then out towards the entrance. When she left, Mike just shook his head and said, "I'll apologize to Kathy later. I know she was hurt, and she is absolutely the last person on earth any of us want to hurt." He sat down again and looked up at the ceiling reflecting. Then he said, "All I owe Kathy Carlson is the life of my best friend, my business, my wife and the prospect of becoming a father in just a couple of months." Looking at Jack he said, "What it nets out to is I only owe her all my happiness and all my prospects for happiness in the future." He shook his head sadly and said, "And she's the person whose feelings I just hurt!" Then he brightened and said, "But it's for her own good... I hope!" He then told Jack that Kathy owned 16 percent of the old Pacific/Higgins. But now, with all of the Pacific/Higgins stockholders being diluted, her share was being diluted down to 8 percent. He looked at Jack and said, "That's the purpose of this meeting. Jim and I would like to ask you and Andy to give Kathy 4 percent of your stock. What do you say?" he concluded. "I say no!" Jack exclaimed. Now it was Mike's and Jim's turn to look crushed. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Then Jack grinned and said, "We're giving her 8 percent. If my mental arithmetic is right that would give the Higgins and Duffys 21 percent each, Andy and me 42, and Kathy and Ken would have the remaining 16. How's that sound?" "It sounds much too generous to me, but I'm not going to fight you." Then Mike Higgins grinned and said, "As the principal shareholder -- and the member at this club -- it's now your job to buy drinks for your new partners!" The men adjourned to the bar to have a drink to celebrate and to wait for Sam to return with the car. When they got back to the apartment, they learned that Ken's plane was landing so Sam left immediately to pick him up at Kennedy. Andy was positively beaming at Kristin and Kimberly who were still frowning at her. She had not only insisted on kissing their shoes, but after explaining who they were, Kelly did, too. It was repeated when Kathy arrived. Kris and Kim, in spite of being in the seventh month of their pregnancy, were not bulging at all. In fact both women looked utterly magnificent. Andy just shook her head and said, "Kris and Kim, now I know what they mean when they talk about a woman's fulfillment as a woman! You are both so gorgeous! You just radiate happiness. How do you feel?" Kimberly Duffy just shook her head and said, "Andy, you have it right. I have never felt so good or felt so good about myself as I do right now. I can't tell you what it's like to have Jim rest his fingers lightly on my abdomen and feel our baby kicking inside me. We're both ecstatic!" While the others were being served drinks by Kelly and Ellen, Jack took Andy aside and told her about the new structure and the need to get Kathy to accept. Andy grinned and told him that, in addition, she wanted to give $100 million of their money to Kathy, as well. She pointed out that -- typically -- she was being cheap. "When we entered into this deal," she said, "We had about $1.5 billion between us. Now we have $2.1 billion and the total is rising fast." She grinned at Jack and said, "After all, Kris was giving you hell about loading her down with all that money -- this is just our chance to try to get even." Then she asked Jack to contact Sam on the car phone and tell him to call when he was about thirty minutes from the apartment. Jack was puzzled by her request but immediately did what she asked. After having a drink Andy stretched and announced that she was going to work out and asked if any of the other women wanted to join her. They all jumped at the chance and Andy led the way. Entering the exercise room, the first thing Kathy saw was the new torture rack in the corner. As Andy had said she would, she had had the new one made three times stronger than the original that she had bent out of shape when Kathy had tickled her. While Kathy looked at it, Andy kept her fingers crossed. She was counting on Kathy's curiosity getting the best of her... and it did. After a quick workout -- Andy set up Kathy so the rack would be in her sight-line as she exercised -- Kathy went over to inspect the rack more closely. Turning to Andy she finally asked, "What... What does it feel like, Andy? How does it feel to be suspended on this thing?" "Would you like to find out?" Andy asked innocently while mentally cheering. Kathy jumped at the chance so Andy gave her the wrist and ankle bracelets to put on, then put the collar around her neck herself. With Kim and Kris watching with interest, she fastened the hooks to the rings on the bracelets and the neck band. Then she looked at Kathy and cocked her head. Kathy's body was utterly magnificent as it was spread-eagled by the rack. When Andy left the room and returned with a handful of long feathers, Kathy's eyes widened. "What are you doing, Andy?" she asked with just a hint of fear in her voice. "I just wanted to see what it feels like. You can let me down now." "Oh... In just a few more minutes, Kath," Andy replied as she twirled a feather between her fingers and seemed to be fascinated by it. "There is just one little thing, though..." "What's that?" Kathy replied. Now she was beginning to get nervous. "Well..." Andy said, drawing out the word, "it has to do with the shares in the new PHA company. We -- Jack and I -- have decided to give you eight percentage points of ownership and we want you to accept it as our gift." "That's the dumbest, most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!" Kathy exclaimed. "Do you have any idea of its value? Andy Taylor, that is absolutely idiotic!" "Oh," Andy said quietly, "I guess I didn't explain the advantages of your share ownership well enough, then..." After giving feathers to Kris and Kimmie, she tilted the rack so that Kathy was nearly horizontal. Acting like artists approaching a canvas they each took a spot -- Andy and Kimmie were on each side of her ribs while Kris began on her feet -- they began lightly to tickle her. In no time Kathy -- who, from a story she told about meeting Ali Clifford for the first time, Andy knew to be very sensitive to tickling -- was screaming with a mixture of laughter and tears. The three watched in fascination as her incredible muscles bulged as she tried everything to get away from the torment. It was to no avail. Periodically, Andy would signal a stop. It gave Kathy a chance to catch her breath and also offered Andy the chance again to ask her to accept the shares. When she refused, the next cycle of tickling was both more intense and lasted longer. Finally, Kathy could take it no longer. Sweat was pouring from her golden body, her hair was in strings, but still she looked incredibly beautiful. And she gave up. "Promise?" Andy said skeptically. "Do you swear that you won't renege when we let you down? I don't want to listen to you bleating about coercion. Katherine Hughes Carlson, the only damned way anyone can ever get you to accept _anything_ is with coercion. Do you swear?" "I give up," Kathy gasped. She still had not completely recovered her breath. "I swear I'll accept the damned shares." Then she glared at Andy and said, "But I _will_ get even with you, Andrea Pierce Taylor! You can bet on it." "I'm sure you will," Andy replied. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been beaten in months. In fact, I got this wonderfully strong torture rack and I have never even used it." Then she looked at Kathy with her eyes wide and guileless. "Kath, there is just one more little thing. Now I promised I wouldn't tickle you any more..." Just then the phone rang with the intercom signal. When Andy answered it she learned that Sam had just called. Ken would be there in thirty minutes. She smiled to herself: The timing was going to be perfect. Returning to Kathy she said, "I promised not to tickle you any more, and I will honor my word. However, I have a small check here from Jack and me that we want you to promise to accept as our small gift to you. Will you?" As she finished she tilted the rack again so that Kathy was again upright. "Small check?" Kathy asked skeptically. "How small?" "This small," Andy replied, holding up a check in front of Kathy's face made payable to her in the amount of $100 million. _"One hundred *million* dollars!"_ she exclaimed. "Have you totally lost it? Did Jack scramble your brains when he beat you that last time? Andy Taylor, the answer isn't no... _It's hell no!"_ "Golly," Andy said in a very flat tone of voice, "I never would have expected you to turn down a nice gift like this." Then she glared at Kathy and said, "Didn't your mommy ever tell you that it hurts people's feelings to have a nice gift rejected? You're supposed to accept it whether you really like it or not. Katherine Hughes Carlson, I'm surprised at you!" Andy said with her eyes wide. Then she appeared thoughtful and added, "I guess you missed some valuable training from your parents..." She smiled and said, "Well, we'll think of something." "You can't tickle me!" Kathy cried. "You promised!" "Sure did, didn't I?" Andy said quietly. Then she left the room and came back a few moments later with a small vial that looked familiar to Kathy although she couldn't place it. In fact, it was the liquid that Marie had used on her the first night at Kapalua. Then she went to the rack and turned it 180 degrees. Now Kathy's head was at the floor and her feet were pointing towards the ceiling. After locking the pivot mechanism in position Andy put very large quantities on Kathy's clitoris, labia and at the mouth of her vagina. She waited for a period of time to be sure the substance penetrated, then rotated the rack again. This time she left Kathy reclined about thirty degrees from the vertical. Again opening the vial she spread the liquid on Kathy's nipples and the areolas of her breasts. Standing back she said to Kris and Kim, "Well, now we just watch." Although none of the women had any idea what the substance was, both Andy and Kathy knew it was very fast-acting. The three women watched in amazement as Kathy's labia swelled. Then they saw her clit in an incredible erection protrude through her swollen nether lips as Kathy began to moan and writhe in sexual wanting. In no time Andy was feeling for the poor woman. She was totally unable to get relief from the incredible burning in her cunt. Already she had identified the substance. Kathy remembered that Ken had taken her only moments after Marie had applied it to her body but already she was writhing on the bed. This time there was no relief available. Kathy's muscles bulged as she tried to get free. In spite of the strength of the new rack, Andy and the girls watched in amazement as Kathy bent it out of shape. Now she was crying with a hopeless-sounding cry. Just then the phone rang again. It was Jack to say that Ken had arrived. Andy breathed a sigh of relief. If he had not yet arrived, she did not know what she would have done. Then she said, "Kathy, have you reconsidered? Wouldn't you like to have the money? And then get some relief? For some reason I think you would like to have Ken inside you pretty soon." "I give up!" Kathy screamed. "I will do anything, sign anything... Oh God! Please help me..." Andy grinned and asked Kim to get Ken. After she and Kris tilted the rack back to the horizontal, Andy pushed a padded table under Kathy that no one had seen before. It provided support for her body. Then they unfastened the hooks holding Kathy's ankles although they left her wrists and neck still attached to the rack. Just then Ken appeared in the room. When he saw his wife in obvious torment, he was amazed. "Ken," Andy said softly, "Your wife needs you... _badly!"_ While he quickly stripped off his clothes, Andy motioned to the other girls to leave with her. Ken was bare and about to enter Kathy when they closed the door behind them. It was almost an hour later when Kathy came staggering out of the exercise room, still naked. Andy was there to catch her and immediately took her into the guest room where she and Ken would be staying, then into the shower. After washing off the sweat that covered her beautiful body, Andy helped her into the bathtub into which she had poured a quantity of musk oil. Andy stayed in the bathroom with her; in her condition she was afraid Kathy might fall asleep and drown. Then she half-carried, half-led her to a massage table where she proceeded to work on Kathy's still-knotted muscles. Then she carried her, now sound asleep, to the bed. After covering her golden body, Andy kissed her with all the love she possessed. In spite of her condition, she could feel Kathy returning the kiss with a flow of her own incredible love.*Chapter 45* It was almost nine o'clock the next morning when Kathy came limping into the kitchen. Jack, Mike Higgins and Jim Duffy had already had breakfast and had left to look at some of the construction projects. Ellie was working out in the exercise room, while Andy and Kristin Higgins were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "Purely as a humanitarian gesture, could I have some coffee, too?" Kathy croaked. Andy jumped up to get the pot while Kathy carefully lowered herself into a chair and spread her legs wide. When she did, the lips of her labia spread apart exposing her slit and her clitoris all of which were flaming red. Her breasts were also raw and red as she leaned back against the wall and softly moaned. "What's the trouble, little sister?" Andy asked as she gave her a mug of strong black coffee. "A bit out of shape? Is all your lovemaking finally getting to you?" Kathy took a big sip of coffee ignoring the fact that it was extremely hot. After a second sip, she looked up at Andy and said, in a completely flat tone of voice, "Big sister, I hate you." She just shook her head and asked woefully, "Andy, was all of that really necessary? Look at my poor cunt! It's utterly destroyed. It was all I could do to take Ken this morning without fainting from the pain." Then with a tiny grin she added, "Of course, that's the only thing that would have stopped me." She glared at Andy and said, "And it's all your fault, too!" "What did I do?" Andy asked innocently. "All I did was prepare you for Ken. What's so bad about that?" "Thanks a hell of a lot. That... that... stuff... nearly destroyed me. The only way I could keep from going crazy was to have Ken's huge cock constantly probing my insides. I couldn't even let him stop. Then look at my poor tits!" She looked down at her chest and cringed. "My God! They look like a dog has been chewing on them." "What did happen?" Andy asked softly. "I had to have Ken chew on them. I guess I got carried away. I can remember screaming at him, telling him to bite off my nipples." Looking down at her chest she said sadly, "From the looks of them, he almost did." Then she looked up at Andy and asked again, "But, big sister, why? Why did you do this to me?" "Because I love you so damned much," Andy replied softly. Then with a grin she added, "And besides, it was for your own good. You know damned well how I hate to write small checks. Well Jack and I were talking. We know you're just a lawyer, and lawyers can't count. Well, I had visions of getting a panicked phone call from you because you needed ten or twenty bucks. We just decided that if we establish a little nest egg, you could take care of your own petty cash." Kathy just grinned and shook her head saying, "My! That's a different term for $100 million: petty cash." Then she reached out her arms and with a little yelp, Andy sat across her lap, ignoring Kathy's chafed breasts and loins, and proceeded to melt her lips into hers. It was, by far, the best kiss the two women had ever exchanged. Their extraordinary love for each other just flowed between them. While their lips were locked together, Andy's tongue was probing Kathy's mouth while her fingers were gently caressing her neck and shoulders. For her part, Kathy was lightly running her fingers over Andy's perfect body focusing particularly on her gorgeous breasts and nipples. Finally they eased apart and Kathy said softly, "I adore you, Andy Taylor. I just hope you know that?" Then with a grimace she said, _"However,_ you're not getting any lighter and my body is certainly shot to hell..." Andy just kissed her again and said, "I adore you, Katherine Hughes Carlson. You are truly my savior on earth." With that she got back on her feet. After another sip of her now-cooling coffee, Kathy looked at Kris Higgins and asked, "Where's the other Bobbsey twin?" Kris had been watching the exchange between the pair with great interest. The incredible love shared by these two women was now beginning to be clear to her. Kris just shook her head and asked, "Kathy, have you put your head on yet? What an all-galaxy dumb question that is! With a garage-full of spectacular motor vehicles, where in hell do you think she'd be?" She grinned broadly and added, "Besides, this is the very first Rolls limousine Kimmie has ever had a chance to work on. "Then there's Andy's pickup." Kris shook her head and said to Andy, "You know, that is really a piece of work. I remember when she dropped it off at Kathy's place for you to use. Although it looked like a piece of shit, mechanically and structurally it was in far better condition than when it was brand new." She looked into Andy's eyes and said softly, "Andy, I guess you know -- or ought to -- that for Kimmie it was truly a labor of love. Kimmie really does love you." Then she looked thoughtful and asked Kathy, "But what are we going to do about Andy? She and Jack own nearly half of the damned company. All the rest of us have jobs, but what about her? What can she do?" Cocking her head she asked, "Do we have any jobs open for high-school dropouts?" Kathy pretended to look thoughtful while trying to control her grin. Finally, she snapped her fingers and said, "I have it!" Looking at Kris she said, "Let's look at it objectively. What does she know? Not much. What are her strengths? Well, I don't know if they're really strengths or not, but she's a great bullshit artist and she's certainly practiced in cheating and deceit. Now, Kris, I ask you? What does that add up to?" "Of course!" Kris exclaimed. "Marketing and advertising!" Putting out her hand she said, "Congratulations, Andy, on your election as senior vice president -- marketing!" Andy tried to stick out her tongue but couldn't control her laughter. "Okay, turkeys," she finally said. "I guess I deserved that one." Then she kissed each girl in turn. As she did, the phone rang but with a different ring sound. It was the ring indicating a call from the building's reception desk. After answering it Andy smiled and told the security officer to send the guest up. She was waiting at the opened front door when the elevator doors slid back and Barbara Cumings came towards her with her hand outstretched. Her left hand was occupied with an artist's case. Ignoring the girl's extended hand Andy took her into her arms, kissed her warmly, and then held her with both hands to get a good look at her. "Barbara, you are looking wonderful!" she exclaimed. "You look better every time I see you." Barbara Cumings was the girl who Andy and Jack had tortured for nearly two weeks over eighteen months earlier. She was five feet five inches tall with short golden-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her figure was already very good and was getting better by the week. The girl smiled warmly and said, "It's all finished, Andy... At least, I hope it is. I thought I would bring it over for you to look at it before I frame it. Do you have a minute to take a look?" Andy led the way back to the kitchen where she introduced Barbara to Kristin and Kathy. At the same time she quickly explained who Barbara was. After greeting Andy's guests, Barbara took a large thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper out of her case and carefully unwrapped it. When the paper was loose, she looked around the kitchen and found a suitable spot for her purpose on a kitchen counter just a few feet away from the table where the women were sitting. While shielding the picture with her body, she completed unwrapping it, sat it on the counter and let it lean against the wall unit. Then she stepped back, looked at the women and waited for their reaction. It came immediately. Andy just gasped. Kathy's and Kris's mouths opened to each form a large 'O'. Kathy was the first to speak: "Barbara, it's utterly fantastic!" While they were admiring the painting, Andy's thoughts went back to that very fateful day when Barbara had reappeared for the first time following her degradation. * * * It was Wednesday of the week following Kelly's disappearance and Andy was utterly beside herself with worry. It was the fourth day with still not a single word from Kelly, nor information of any kind about her whereabouts. By this time Andy was so keyed up she literally jumped when the phone rang with the characteristic ring indicating a call from the building's receptionist. Hoping for word about Kelly, Andy picked up the instrument before it rang for the second time. She was stunned to learn that it was a visitor, Barbara Cumings, to see her. Miss Cumings did not have an appointment. The visit was one that Andy had been both expecting and dreading. By now enough time had passed for Andy to realize that Barbara's torture and humiliation had served a positive purpose: She had become so totally disgusted with herself and her behavior that when she encountered Kimberly and Kristin in Las Vegas she jumped at the opportunity -- no matter how unpromising it might have been -- to do something about it. Since she had been expecting to see Barbara again, Andy had thought through exactly what she intended to do. Although she vaguely realized that the circumstance of Kelly's disappearance offered her an out, she refused to take it. When she received the call from the lobby, she was wearing her Levi's and work shirt. As soon as she hung up the phone she stripped off all of her clothing and went to the entrance hall to wait for the elevator to bring Barbara up. When the doors silently slid back on their tracks, she saw Barbara standing there. When Barbara first saw Andy standing proudly naked, her eyes widened but almost instantly returned to normal. The girl's face was totally impassive and her expression -- a faint half-smile -- was inscrutable. "Good morning, Barbara," Andy said, "you're looking very good." With a small smile she added, "Far better than when I saw you last." The girl said nothing, but merely nodded her head. Andy took a deep breath and her smile disappeared. She said, "I guess we might as well get started. Will you follow me, please? The apartment has been totally rebuilt since you were last here." Leading the way, Andy brought her to the exercise room. Opening a small chest in the back corner she took out four coiled whips of various sizes. After giving them to the girl she straightened her back and waited. Barbara Cumings was utterly overwhelmed. She had spoken to Kelly regularly since the girl had come to live with the Taylors. Although she had never said a word about it to Kelly, Barbara had been nearly certain from the very beginning that Andy Pierce was Andrea Taylor. Having always been very artistically talented, Barbara had used a good deal of the money she had earned from her slavery to pay for art school. In her classes she had learned how to look beneath the surface of a model and see the real person underneath. Since 'Drea Taylor was always very much on her mind, applying what she had learned to what she had observed in 'Drea, Barbara had become convinced that she was potentially an incredibly beautiful woman. While pretending to examine the whips, in reality she was carefully examining Andy. In spite of her developed expectation, Andy's appearance came as a real shock. She was now the most intensely beautiful woman Barbara had ever seen. Standing the way she was now, with her back straight and her arms at her sides, it was apparent that the woman's body was utterly flawless. Now Barbara turned her attention to the whips Andy had given her, focusing particularly on their tips. Examining the heaviest one, she cringed as she saw tiny bits of flesh still caught in the braided leather. Her trained eye also saw the unmistakable signs of blood that had penetrated and discolored the leather in spite of efforts made to clean and oil it following its last use. Dropping the other whips on the floor, Barbara held the heavy one by its handle, let it uncoil and then snapped it on the floor. "I think this one will do," she said in a very cold tone of voice. Then she added, "At least we can use it to get started." Andy was fully prepared to allow herself to be beaten to death. Briefly she thought of calling Jack to say goodbye but rejected the idea. It might remind the girl to torture Jack, too. Furthermore, if she did call him, he would be home in a flash to stop her torture. She could not allow that to happen. With her face impassive she asked, "Would you like to begin on my chest and loins or on my back?" Barbara just slowly shook her head. Looking at the strange metal fabrication in the corner, she recognized it immediately from Kelly's description. Although Kelly told her there was a torture frame, she had no idea how it worked. Now seeing it, Barbara knew instantly. It was sized for Andy's body. Impassively she said, "Before I start I want you immobilized. That _is_ what the frame is for, isn't it?" "Yes, it is," Andy replied. Then she went back to the chest and took out the wrist and ankle straps which she began to put on. While she was attaching them she explained to Barbara exactly how it worked. She showed the girl how it could spin on its central axle so that Andy could be upright, upside down, or in any intermediate position. With the bracelets attached, she gave Barbara the collar to put around her neck, then took her position in the frame holding her arms outstretched to each side so the girl could attach the rings to the snap-hooks on the frame. In just moments she was attached at all five points. While Barbara was looking at Andy, at the same time she was shedding her own clothes. In just moments she was also naked. Then Andy received a shock. Instead of standing back to be able to swing the whip freely, the girl dropped it on the floor and came close to her. Then she began to run her fingers slowly over Andy's body while moving her head to allow the room's bright light to play across it. "How many strokes from the whip did you receive the last time, 'Drea?" she asked. "It looks like it must have been over one hundred. Although the marks have mostly faded, they are still visible if you know what you're looking for." "I don't understand," Andy protested. "You can see that I'm now completely recovered. You said yourself that you can't even see them if you don't know what you're looking for or where to look. What difference does it make?" With anguish in her eyes she said, "Barbara, why aren't you beating me? That _is_ what you came here for, isn't it?" Then with the least hint of a smile she added, "I know you are going to beat me -- and I certainly deserve it -- but could you call me Andy? Please? I don't use 'Drea' anymore. Now I utterly detest the name." Barbara looked at her and said, again with no inflection in her voice, "Okay. Andy it is." Then she continued, "I came over today to get even with you for what you did to me when I was here last. It's obvious that you were expecting it, and -- it appears -- relishing the prospect." Now her piercing eyes were driving into Andy's as she said, "For now, I want you on this frame. However, I don't want to keep you on it all day. Andy, will you promise to do exactly what I tell you to do all day? Will you promise to answer any question I ask as honestly as you possibly can? Will you?" When Andy immediately agreed, Barbara just smiled and then tilted the frame backwards. She locked it in position when it was about forty-five degrees below the horizontal. Andy's toes were now pointing towards the ceiling. Moving in between her legs which were held wide apart by the frame, she studied Andy's crotch. She visibly winced when she saw the faint marks of the whip strokes across her inner thighs and into her cunt. "You were whipped in your crotch, weren't you?" "No, Barbara, not really..." "Andy!" the girl exclaimed, "you're lying to me! You promised to tell the truth. Who did it to you?" "It was Jack," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "I made him do it. I... I thanked him after every stroke." Now she was crying as she continued, "It almost killed him, but he did it." "You love him very much, don't you?" the girl asked. Andy tried just to nod her head but with her neck attached by the collar to the frame, couldn't do it. Instead she just murmured, "Yes, I do." For Andy the surprises continued. First, Barbara returned the frame to its upright position. However, with Andy's greater height -- she was three inches taller than Barbara -- coupled with being held in the air with her toes almost a foot off the floor, Andy was too high for Barbara to do what she had in mind. She tilted the frame backward about forty-five degrees, and it accomplished her purpose. Going behind the frame, she stood beside Andy's head and lowered hers to kiss her lips. This was something Barbara had thought about a great deal. She had been looking forward to this kiss for months. Putting her lips softly against Andy's, she began to work them on Andy's. Andy was utterly stunned and shocked into immobility. Then she returned the kiss while trying to put everything she felt towards this girl -- her regret, her shame, her apology -- into it. When Andy's tongue darted into Barbara's mouth, the younger girl almost fainted from the intense jolt of electricity she felt flowing through her. Quickly recovering her composure, she returned it in the same fashion. Now it was Andy's turn to be stunned. When Barbara withdrew, her eyes were shining brilliantly. Andy asked, "What _are_ you doing?" "I am kissing you," she replied matter-of-factly. "What in hell do you think I am doing?" Then she smiled warmly and added, "It was the finest kiss I have ever had in my whole life -- from anyone!" Then taking advantage of Andy's immobility, she proceeded to kiss Andy all over her face and head. She kissed her eyes, her ears, her cheeks and her neck. Steadily she moved her lips down Andy's body kissing everything she could. When she reached Andy's shoulders, she confirmed what she had initially suspected: The woman was in incredible physical condition with just the smoothest, softest skin over very hard muscles. There was no fat anywhere. When she started to kiss Andy's tits, the woman tried to squirm away but couldn't move more than an inch or so in any direction. Andy's experience was utterly overwhelming. When Barbara had kissed and stroked everything within reach, she went around the frame, stood between Andy's legs and continued the process. Continuing her kissing she finally got to Andy's pelvis. At that point she broke it off and moved down to Andy's feet after tilting the frame again, this time putting Andy's head below the horizontal. Beginning with the toes of the right foot, she kissed and licked and stroked as she moved up the calf to the thigh. Again when she neared her crotch she stopped and went down to the left foot and repeated it. Finally, she reached Andy's crotch. This time she focused her attentions on Andy's vulva. Carefully she licked behind the folds of her labia and then spread them apart with her fingers revealing the clitoris, now erect and throbbing in sexual excitement. After working on it for a while, she was rewarded with a flood of Andy's cum cream. Still she neither stopped nor even slowed down. Recognizing from what Kelly had told her that Andy was now extremely sensitive sexually, she brought Andy to the condition Kelly had described but which Barbara had not believed: She was in continuous orgasm. Continuing to work on her Barbara kept tonguing up the incredibly sweet and succulent cream. Finally, when she bit Andy's clit, the girl lost consciousness as she sustained an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm. When she regained consciousness, she found Barbara just looking down at her. After blinking once, her eyes stayed open. There was only a hint of a grin on the girl's face as she then loosened the stops on the frame and then turned it so that Andy was face-down and almost horizontal. Now her feet were higher than her head. Because of her position there was little Andy could see except the floor. She groaned when she felt Barbara's hands on her tight buns. Then she could feel them spread wide and Barbara said, "Jack often takes you in the ass now, doesn't he?" "How can you tell?" Andy asked without answering the question. "Andy," Barbara reminded her, "you promised to tell me anything and do anything I ask of you. You didn't answer my question." "Yes, he does," Andy admitted. "I guess it's at least two or three times a week. But how did you know?" "It's the only way I know that a woman's anal ring can become stretched as much as yours is now." Then she asked, "Do you like it?" "I love it!" Andy replied. Then she screamed as she felt Barbara's tongue trying to penetrate her anus. The feeling was utterly incredible. Then the younger girl proceeded to kiss her back the way she had worked on the front of Andy's body. It was only when she stepped away for a moment that she realized the enormous strain Andy's body had been under. Checking a wall clock Barbara realized that she had been working on Andy for over ninety minutes and the woman was supported with almost all her weight on her wrists and ankles. Barbara asked, "Andy, if I let you down will you swear to continue to do _exactly_ what I tell you? Swear?" For nearly an hour Andy had felt as if her arms were being pulled from their sockets. So when Barbara asked, Andy immediately agreed and Barbara let her down. When she was released from the hooks, Andy fell to the mat beneath the frame and lay there unable to move. Barbara lifted Andy's body to a sitting position and took her position behind her. In spite of her best efforts Andy was unable to suppress a groan of pain. Kneeling behind the woman, Barbara began to knead the muscles in Andy's arms and shoulders. With her sensitive fingers she could feel the knotted muscles throbbing beneath them. Gently at first, and then with increasing force, she began to work on the muscle knots that had formed immediately after her release from the frame. Although she tried to suppress it, Andy let out a groan of relief as the girl continued to work on her. After easing down the pressure in her fingers, Barbara finally stopped. Still kneeling behind the sitting Andy, she leaned forward and kissed her right ear and whispered, "Andy, Kelly told me you are a spectacular cook. I would like you to prepare the same lunch for me that you made for her the first day she came here. Do you remember what you made?" "Close enough, I think," Andy replied. "In the meantime, though, I need to get rid of all the water you've been giving me to drink, so if you would let me up...?" "Just stand up and do it here," Barbara ordered. When Andy began to protest she was reminded that she had agreed to do whatever Barbara told her to do _with no questions asked!_ With the greatest reluctance Andy did as she was told. Moving beneath Andy's body, Barbara caught her yellow stream of urine in her mouth and let it flow straight down her throat. Sensing that the urination was ending, Barbara held the liquid in her mouth so she could taste it. When she did she murmured, "Yum! Kelly was so right! Andy, everything about you is exquisite -- and so sweet!" Then looking up at the woman she added, "Everything Kelly told me has turned out to be at least directionally accurate... Although in honesty, it has always turned out to be understated." Then Barbara had an idea and said, "Andy, before you prepare lunch would you feel better if you had a short workout on these machines? I tried to fix your muscles but, to be honest, you are so much stronger than I am, I'm not sure how much I was able to help you." Andy just nodded gratefully and got on the first machine. Since the weights were already at her presets, she just began to work out. For her part, Barbara just looked on in awe as she saw Andy's incredible muscle development revealed as she exercised. On several occasions, when Andy was midway through an exercise movement, Barbara asked her to stop. Each time, she did. Then Barbara lightly ran her fingers over the muscles on Andy's body that were bulging and usually vibrating from the strain of holding the heavy weights immobile. After watching Andy on two of the machines, Barbara decided to try it for herself. She found out what Kelly had discovered weeks earlier: She could not even move the weights that Andy seemed to manipulate so effortlessly. After some experimentation -- finally shedding about three-quarters of Andy's weight -- Barbara started working out herself. After a fast thirty minutes on the machines, Andy had gone through her full cycle and told Barbara as much. After quick showers, the two women adjourned to the kitchen where Andy prepared their lunch while Barbara watched her with fascination. When she finished the perfect meal and Andy had produced fruit, cheese and crackers, Barbara said, "That was utterly spectacular. Your cooking ability is new, too, isn't it?" With a rueful grin Andy replied, "Barbara, when you were here the last time, I don't think I could have turned on the range, let alone cooked anything. In fact, if someone turned on the range for me, I doubt if I could have boiled water!" The smile on her face died as Andy added, "Mistress, what would you like to do now?" "Kelly tells me you have a beautiful swimming pool up here now. How about swimming -- about a mile, maybe? Can you do it so soon after eating?" Andy just grinned and said she would make out. The day was developing in a very strange way. Having expected to be beaten -- and probably killed -- she was totally unable to determine what Barbara was doing -- or why. The two women went out to the pool -- the air temperature was only in the twenties -- and both dove in. Barbara floundered for two laps and then just held on to the side of the pool as Andy continued to power up and back. It was clear to the younger girl that Andy was taking her seriously: She fully intended to swim over 1,600 meters or about sixty-five laps of the pool. After Andy had swum forty or so, Barbara waved her down. Then she diffidently asked Andy if she would give her some swimming instruction. Smiling warmly, Andy proceeded to work with the girl. In just a short time she was moving up and down the pool at least twice as fast as she had on her first lap. Finally Barbara called a halt. Looking at Andy she said, "Kelly told me you also have a sauna, now. I've heard about them but have never actually seen one. Could I take a sauna with you?" Andy just smiled, jumped out of the pool and then effortlessly lifted the younger woman out, too. Because of the height of the building, the wind was usually whipping across the roof. Now the freezing temperature coupled with the wind had Barbara's teeth chattering in just the time it took to cover the few feet from the pool to the sauna. As soon as she felt the 130-degree-plus heat of the sauna, the girl smiled. To her surprise Andy took the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly to transmit some of her body heat to the younger woman. Barbara hugged Andy tightly and wriggled her body against Andy's physical perfection. When Barbara's teeth stopped chattering, Andy released her and poured water over the hot rocks which instantly flashed into steam. Then she led the way to the bench where the two sat down and enjoyed the increasingly moist heat. Barbara was surprised at the rapid effect of the sauna on her body. In what seemed like no time at all, sweat broke out all over her and then started to roll off her body. Looking at Andy she saw that the same thing had happened to her. After telling Andy to lean back against the wall, Barbara began to lick the sweat off her body. Then she said, "Andy, raise your right arm straight up." Andy looked at her strangely but did as she was asked. She let out a little scream as Barbara began to lick the sweat from her armpit and then moved across her chest licking the sweat from her breasts and nipples and kept moving across to the other armpit. With both her arms upraised tears started to flow from Andy's eyes and down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" she wailed. Stopping what she was doing, Barbara lifted her head and replied, "Do you really want to know?" "Of course I do!" Andy exclaimed while still holding both arms straight up in the air. Barbara looked down at the wooden floor for a few moments while she organized her thoughts. Then she asked, "Do you remember the time near the end of my stay when I was going down on you? You screamed at Fletch saying, 'Beat the dirty whore! Kill her! Whip her ass off!' Do you remember?" The girl's words brought the scene back in Andy's mind. Reluctantly she nodded her head. Barbara continued, "Well, you were absolutely right. By then I was in tough shape. I had been drinking my urine and had eaten my own shit. When you screamed, I realized you were totally accurate: I was a dirty slut living on my own filth!" Looking into Andy's eyes she said, "Suddenly I realized what I had done to myself. Right then I vowed to use the money I was making to try to improve. That's what I did. Before you screamed, I was intending to use the money to get a better apartment and a better wardrobe so I could go after a higher class of customer as a prostitute." Barbara concluded softly, "Andy, you saved my life! You really did!" Then she went back to licking the sweat from Andy's body. She stopped suddenly when she realized that Andy was crying as if her heart were broken. By this time Barbara was licking the sweat pouring from Andy's crotch. Lifting her head she asked, "What's wrong, darling Andy? Am I hurting you?" "In a sense, yes," Andy replied as she tried to control her tears. "I deserve to be beaten. I don't deserve what you are doing: You are kissing me all over." Totally losing control Andy screamed, "Please stop! Oh God, please!" As she screamed Andy's arms were still extended up in the air. Since Barbara had said nothing, Andy had kept them there. With a very warm little grin Barbara shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Andy. The answer is no! I will not stop." Her grin broadened and she added, "However, I'm about to melt completely. Kelly said something about a pool you jump into when you get out...?" Andy returned the grin and led the way out the door. Jumping into the refrigerated pool feet-first, she was surprised to find Barbara right behind her. As soon as her head popped to the surface, Andy jumped out and then pulled Barbara out, too. The two women ran into the shower room and Andy set the water to a temperature as hot as she could stand. Again she was surprised when Barbara insisted on washing her all over and then giving her a massage. By the time they had finished and Barbara had worked musk oil into her body, Andy was feeling very relaxed. She was lying on her back when the girl noticed tears beginning to stream from Andy's eyes. "What's wrong, Andy?" the girl asked. "Why are you crying?" Slowly shaking her head Andy cried, "Barbara, why are you doing this to me?" "I already told you," the girl replied softly. "You saved me from myself." Then as she tenderly smoothed the expensive oil into Andy's tits and gently teased her nipples into an erection she said, "There's one thing, though..." Opening her eyes Andy was looking directly into Barbara's piercing blue ones. "Anything!" Then she closed her eyes but continued, "I suppose you already guessed that I was prepared to allow you to kill me today." Again her eyes opened and this time they were piercing as she looked deep into the girl's. "You knew, didn't you?" With her face impassive the girl just nodded once quickly. While still on her back relaxing, Andy revealed the warmest smile Barbara had ever seen. She said softly, "Barbara Cumings, I was fully prepared to let you beat me to death. It should go without saying that anything short of that is okay, too. Now what is it you would like me to do? You already know that, whatever it is, my answer is yes." This time Barbara really smiled for almost the first time all day. At the same time she seemed hesitant, so there were very cute overtones of shyness as she said, "I would like four things: First, you will continue to do anything I ask for the rest of the day. Agreed?" Andy smiled and nodded. "Second, so I can try to get into shape, would you let me continue to use your exercise equipment and swimming pool?" Now she smiled warmly and said, "I'm starting to understand what Kelly meant when she told me about getting in shape. Andy, your body is feminine perfection! You are radiantly beautiful -- but only a small part of the radiance is your physical beauty. Most of it is the radiance from your internal goodness showing through. You eat like a horse, you are incredibly healthy..." With a small smile she concluded, "I would like to try to become as much like you as I possibly can." "That's easy," Andy said. "What else? You said there were four things and so far I've only heard two." "Third: When Kelly comes back, could you please ask her to work with me?" Suddenly Barbara's face crumpled and she began to cry. "You... you made her into a real lady! Of course... of course, she's so pure and I'm a slut, but... Could you ask? Please?" Now it was Andy's turn to cry. "I'm so scared! The poor kid is... I don't know where. I'm not sure I'll ever see her again... alive!" "That's exactly what I mean," Barbara continued. "What you have done with that girl is not to be believed! You see, Andy, while she is now a lady in the finest sense of the term, she sure as hell is no hothouse violet! Under that satin-smooth skin, she's exactly like you. There's steel there. She'll do just fine." "Are you sure?" Andy asked as her tears stopped and a look of hope came to her face. "I'm sure!" Barbara declared. "But what about my request? Will you ask her?" "Of course I will, and I'm sure she will love to do it." With a little gleam in her eye Andy asked, "Now: What's number four?" For some reason the girl seemed terribly embarrassed. Then she blurted, "Can I do your family portrait? You and Kelly and Mr. Taylor? Please?" Then she quickly explained, "You see, I mentioned that I used your money to go to art school. Well, we have to do a project... I... I would like to do a portrait of your family... Nude!" When she spoke the last word, Barbara turned as red as a beet. "That's easy enough," Andy said softly. "But why the embarrassment?" "But... But people will see it," the girl explained. "Are you sure you could do it?" "I think we'll manage," Andy explained. Then she told the girl how she had worked on the construction site in Los Angeles completely naked. "People were walking by the site all the time," Andy finished. "God alone knows how many people have already seen me bare. At this point it doesn't bother me a bit." Then she grinned and added, "I guess that makes me an exhibitionist, doesn't it?" Then she stuck out her hand and said, "It's a deal." Barbara took her hand and gripped it firmly. By this time Barbara had completed her massage so Andy swung her long legs off the table, got down and headed for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Barbara challenged. Raising an eyebrow, but with a grin on her face, Andy replied, "Where does it look like I'm going? You've had me drinking water all day and I need to get rid of some of it." "Uh, uh," Barbara said. Then she produced a large container and said, "Use this." Andy immediately felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach but did as she was told. Barbara held the jar while Andy emptied her bladder. Then the girl produced a soup bowl, poured the urine into it and knelt down in front of it. "What are you doing!?" Andy cried. Without replying the girl lowered her face and began to lap up the yellow liquid with her tongue, looking like a cat as she did so. "But _why?"_ Andy screamed. Still the girl kept at her work and after emptying the dish, licked it dry. Raising her head, Barbara sat back on her heels and said, "Kelly was absolutely right! She said even your urine is sweet -- she loves it." Then with a little smile she added, "She told me how you drank hers regularly. She also told me about one night when you drank hers but wouldn't let her drink yours. She was really very disappointed. Honestly, Mrs. Taylor, she loves it." Then with a big smile she added, "And now I can certainly see why. It's luscious!" Andy just shook her head. Looking at the clock she was surprised to find that it was already after five o'clock. Because Kelly was still missing, Jack was making it a practice to come straight home after work rather than spending time checking out the whole construction site. As a result Andy heard the sound of the front door opening and then heard Jack calling to her. When she replied, he said he was going to take a shower. As she was about to acknowledge his statement, Barbara told her to ask Jack to come into the exercise room. When he entered the room he stopped short at the sight of Barbara. Immediately he remembered who she was. Although he tried to explain that he needed to take a shower, Barbara just shook her head. Responding to Barbara's orders, Andy asked him just to lie down on the mat. Then she quickly undressed him and looked up at the girl with a question in her eyes. "He said he needed to take a shower," Barbara replied to the unspoken question. "You can't give him a shower but you can give him a bath. Do it." To Jack's embarrassment and shock Andy knelt down over him and began to lick the dirt and sweat off his face. At the same time she kissed him all over. Moving down his body she licked off his chest and even made him raise his arms over his head so she could wash his armpits with her tongue while tasting his salty sweat as she did. Getting down to his crotch, she concentrated particularly on his balls and his cock which by now was in a raging erection. When she had cleaned him off to Barbara's satisfaction, the girl said, "You have been taking Mr. Taylor in your ass. I want to see you do it now." Then she grinned and added, "Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor isn't the only one who has physically changed around here. You are gorgeous!" Then to Andy she said, "Looking at his beautifully full balls, it looks like he can keep you... entertained." "He sure can!" Andy exclaimed. Then with a salacious grin she added, "And he does." Then to Jack she quickly explained what she had agreed to do. Finishing she said with a little smile, "So I'm afraid you're going to have to take me in my ass. I know how much you hate it, but..." She knelt down on the mat and raised her ass high in the air. As she relaxed her anal ring to receive Jack's raging cock, Barbara squirmed under Andy's raised pelvis and positioned her mouth against her crack. "What are you doing?" Andy asked with her voice muffled by the mat. After first running her tongue into Andy's moist crack and probing her vagina with her stiffened tongue the girl replied, "I'm going to be drinking your cum syrup." Her voice was muffled by Andy's love box. The sensation of the girl talking with her lips against her cunt caused Andy to giggle merrily. Meanwhile, Jack was kneeling behind Andy and positioned the pink head of his cock against her ring. They were practiced enough that now he was able just to ease his cock slowly into her anal opening. As he did the sensation was utterly exquisite. When he began to move in and out, Andy began to groan with pleasure. But when she asked Barbara to move her legs between her arms so she could lick her cunt, the girl flatly refused. Soon Andy was screaming in ecstasy as she began to cum from both the feeling of Jack's huge cock reaming out her ass and Barbara's talented tongue probing her love box. To Barbara, Andy's performance was beyond belief. She had only to look up and she could see Jack's huge cock drive into Andy's enormously distended anus. After reaching continuous orgasm, Andy just kept rotating her ass and screaming at Jack to rip her apart. When Barbara sensed Jack was about to release at the same instant his cock buried itself in her ass she bit Andy's clit. With a keening scream of ecstasy, Andy fainted and collapsed on top of the smaller girl. Gently easing his shrinking cock out of her anal cavity, Jack knelt, rolled Andy over on her back and lifted her up to rest her head against his shoulder. As he did, he was startled to feel Barbara's lips on his cock carefully licking off the remains of his spend and Andy's anal residue. When he tried to stop her, she explained the day's ground-rules and refused. She finished before Andy regained consciousness, so Jack lowered her head and cradled it on his thighs. Meanwhile, Barbara also knelt, rested her weight back on her heels and watched. Jack reached down and gently caressed Andy's beautiful tits. Now, because of her sexual release, her nipples were flaccid. As she watched, she saw Andy's eyelids flutter and then open. Realizing her head was cradled on Jack's lap she looked up into his face and said softly, "Thank you so much, my darling. That was _so_ wonderful!" Then she just wriggled her head and shoulders against the iron-hard muscles in his legs. "That was unbelievable," Barbara said softly. "You really enjoyed it, didn't you, Andy?" Closing her eyes, Andy just wriggled her body against Jack's legs and replied, "I sure did!" Then with the warmest smile Barbara had ever seen she added, "Can you believe it? I was married to Jack for eight years... And then I fell head-over-heels in love with him. I utterly adore the man and I'm waiting for the day he completely rips me in half with his magnificent cock." Then with a quick motion, Andy raised her torso, spun on Jack's lap and crushed her lips to his. When she did, Jack just lay down and stretched out on the mat. With a little growl Andy moved as gracefully as a cat to lie on top of him. Meanwhile, their lips were still glued together. Then, while still kissing him, Andy raised her chest and began to move her breasts over Jack's broad chest. In just seconds her nipples were engorged and he could feel them moving on him. They both adored the sensation she created. Finally they broke the kiss. Sliding her body down his chest, Andy was able to rest her cheek on it. While her fingers were still moving over him, she looked at Barbara and asked, "What now, Mistress?" "Now I want Mr. Taylor to take you while you're on your back," she replied. Andy pretended to look puzzled and said, "There are two problems with that: First, I do not make love with Mr. Taylor. His name is Jack! Second, how can he enter my ass when I'm lying on it?" Barbara was taken aback by Andy's reply but then began to giggle as she realized she was being teased. Playing along, she shook her head and raised an eyebrow. Then she said, "Little girl, I'm afraid you need some lessons. Didn't you ever have sex education in school?" Slowly shaking her head Andy replied with a straight face, "I don't think so... Of course, I cut more classes than I ever attended, so maybe it might have been one of those..." Then she brightened and asked, "Barbara, isn't that a course usually offered in senior year?" The girl nodded and Andy brightened. "Of course! I never made it to my senior year. So I guess the answer is no." "Just lay on your back and spread your thighs wide," Barbara said in the tone of voice appropriate for speaking to a small child. When Andy did, the girl ran her fingers lightly up her slit and then ran a finger up into her vagina. "Now, can you feel that? That's your vagina. Jack's cock goes into it." Frowning, Andy shook her head and said, "That's impossible. Your finger barely fits, and his sex is much larger than your finger... And it's longer, too." Their banter continued until finally Jack gently entered her cunt. When he was all the way in, Jack just shook his head and said, "Barbara, I think you're wrong." The girl looked puzzled as he continued with his eyes wide, "Nothing's happening." At this point, Barbara broke up with laughter. Still playing their roles, Andy and Jack just looked at her as if they had no idea what was so funny. Regaining control she said, "You two are too much!" Looking from one to the other she said, "I have never heard of anything like you two. You utterly adore one another and at the same time you don't take your lovemaking very seriously. You have fun together, don't you?" "Sure do!" Andy replied with a grin. But by this time her bodily needs had taken control of her vaginal muscles away from her brain. Using internal muscles, she began slowly to massage Jack's sex. When she did, he began to move in and out beginning with very short strokes -- he was fully embedded, so he withdrew less than an inch -- and then steadily lengthened them. When his strokes reached almost the full length of his long and thick cock, Andy moved her legs wide apart, swung them in the air and then rested them on his shoulders while loosely linking her ankles behind his neck. "Oh, Jack," she screamed, "you are so good! Ream my cunt! Split me in two!" Then in a voice scarcely louder than a whisper she added, "My darling, I love you so much!" This time Barbara was truly amazed. She could not conceive of two people being as attuned to each other as Andy and Jack were. Each seemed to be concentrating on creating the greatest possible pleasure for the other. Remarkably, it was incredibly beautiful to watch. She could see Jack reach a number of very small orgasms but each time, working together with her, he was able to control his release. For her part, Andy's orgasms became more frequent and more intense. When she was in continuous orgasm, it was like nothing the girl could even imagine. Now sweat was pouring off her body and her pelvis was in uncontrollable spasm. Her head was tossing from side to side and all the muscles in her lower body were in convulsion. As her muscles throbbed, Barbara could see again how developed and powerful they all were. She realized that a smaller, weaker man might get tossed off her. Finally, Jack could hold back no longer. Plunging his cock to its limit inside her, he released what seemed like gallons of cum into her gaping cunt. After the first instant when the intense shock hit her system, Andy fainted again. This time, when Jack withdrew, Barbara was beside him. Since Andy's ankles were still around his neck, her vagina was aimed upward and had become a vessel for his cum. Gently the girl moved Andy's legs from Jack's shoulders to her own and then began to drink the luscious fluids from her cunt. She was astonished at the quantity the woman held inside her and was still drinking when Andy's eyes blinked and then opened, focusing on her face as they did. "Do you like it?" Andy asked softly. "I think it's the most luscious cum in the world. Jack says it's great diluted with my love juices. Darling Barbara, what do you think?" Because she was enjoying it so much, all Barbara did was wriggle her shoulders and then bite down on Andy's clit. She came instantly and released another flood of her love juices. When she did, Barbara just licked them up, too. Finally after carefully licking every drop and cleaning off her slit, she eased Andy's legs back down to the mat. Then she just shook her head and said, "You two are utterly unbelievable! You don't make love... You worship each other's body. You do, don't you?" "Barbara, it's something I learned from the woman who is my closest friend and my idol. She told me that to maximize my own enjoyment I need to work as hard as I can to maximize Jack's. I do, and she's right: The better I make it for him, the better it is for me." Then she frowned and said, "It's actually a competition, though. It seems he's been trying to do the same thing. Do you know what my problem is?" Barbara just shook her head, no. "It's the fact that I pass out every damned time now. How can I know if I'm enjoying sex more when I end up unconscious every time?" While she had been speaking, Jack had pulled her up so her head was on his shoulder. When he cupped her beautiful tit with his hand, Andy just wriggled as close to him as she could get and sighed happily. Then she said, "This is the way we go to sleep every night. My head is on his shoulder and I mold my body to his. When we wake up, I squeeze his hand or he squeezes my tit. Then before either of us is really awake, he takes me again." The smile on Andy's face was the warmest, most loving look Barbara had ever seen as she concluded, "It's absolutely the finest way possible to start a day!" Barbara just returned the smile with a very warm one of her own. Then she told Andy to take Jack's cock in her mouth. She did as she was told and soon had him ejaculating in her mouth. After swallowing all his succulent cum, she licked off his cock and looked for Barbara. The girl had gotten dressed while she was going down on Jack and was now gone. * * * Recovering from her reverie, Andy focused on the painting Barbara had taken from her artist's case. It was a nude painting of herself seated in a chair with Jack standing behind her and Kelly standing next to him. He had one hand on Andy's shoulder and the other resting on the glorious curve of Kelly's hip. Andy's hand was touching his. She just shook her head and said, "Bobbie, that is utterly incredible! You have Jack and Kelly exactly right, but what did you do to me? I can't possibly look like that!" Kathy said softly, "Andy, that portrait is absolutely perfect! I can feel your goodness radiating from the canvas. I can see the incredible love that you and Jack share as well as the intense mutual love among you, Jack and Kelly. It is unbelievable!" "What is?" Ken Carlson asked as he came into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. "This is, darling," Kathy replied, showing him the painting. "What do you think?" While he looked at it and made comments similar to his wife's, Barbara was studying the couple and then softly gasped. Then she asked Kathy and Ken to come with her into the library. Seating Kathy on the same chair Andy had posed in, she asked Ken to take off his bathrobe and positioned him in a manner similar to Jack's pose. Sitting on the floor, she picked up the sketch pad she always carried in her case and began work on a charcoal sketch. Andy and Kris followed her in and stood behind her, watching. As she watched the girl's hand move so deftly, Andy realized how incredibly talented Barbara really was. Then her eyes widened as the girl added more and more detail to her sketch. Finally she was satisfied. Tearing the sketch from her pad, she brought it over to Kathy and Ken. When Kathy looked at it, she gasped in amazement. When Ken looked, he did, too. First, she had caught the incredible love that the two people shared. She had caught Kathy's beauty and innate goodness and loveliness. But there were a couple of details that caused them to shake their heads in incredulity. First, although they had been posed in front of a bookcase solid with books, in the sketch there was a shadow box. It was the contents of the shadow box that caused Ken to gasp: In it were three rows of medals. The top row showed two Medals of Honor side by side. The next row showed three Distinguished Service Crosses and a Legion of Merit. The bottom row showed three Silver Stars, two Bronze Stars and a Purple Heart. In addition, on the table, which in reality was bare, an opened letter lay showing a single fold. Bobbie said, "If I ever do this as an oil, of course the letter will be light-blue paper with blue ink." "But what's in the shadow box?" Ken asked softly. "Some medals. I don't know what any of them are but those are the medals that will be in it." The girl was thoughtful as she added, "I think the last one on the bottom might be the Purple Heart, but I have no idea what the others are. Do you?" In a state of shock Ken softly told her that her sketch contained perfect illustrations _of medals she had never seen and didn't even know existed!_ When he protested that he had only a couple of the medals shown, she just smiled and said, "You'll have them all before the end of the year." By this time Kathy had recovered enough to ask if Bobbie would consider coming out to Los Angeles to do her sketch as an oil. The girl was stunned when Kathy asked for two: the one she had sketched with them both nude and a second with them clothed. She almost fell over when Kathy offered $25,000 plus expenses for the two paintings. Turning to Andy, Kathy said, "This girl is incredibly talented. Did you have anything to do with it?" Before Andy could reply Barbara said, "She had _everything_ to do with it! Until I met Andy Taylor, I was a cheap whore. Seeing the goodness in her, I realized what a terrible person I was and vowed to change. I guess I've always had some artistic talent so I took the money she gave me and used it for art school." Lifting her head she said, "Had it not been for Andy Taylor, by now I would be a two-dollar hooker rotting inside with sexually transmitted diseases -- if I were even still alive." Then she said nothing would give her more pleasure than to come out to Los Angeles to do the portraits. She tried to argue that covering her expenses was payment enough, but Kathy insisted on the fee. While they were arguing Andy had gone to her desk and written a check. When she gave it to Barbara, the girl's jaw dropped. It was for $25,000. Andy told her it was for the portrait and for another clothed version. "But I can't take this money," the girl protested. "I did this as an art assignment." Then she grimaced and added, "With luck, I'll get a D." "You're kidding!" Kathy and Andy exclaimed in unison. "I wish I were," the girl replied. "The professor is big on abstractions. He _hates_ representational art -- but it's all I like to do or can do." Then she shook her head and added, "I guess that's why Terry and I get along." In response to the women's questions, they learned that Terry was Terry Williams, a paraplegic veteran who was also in art school. With a little grin, she added that she had to get going on her workout. In reply to more probing questions they learned that she intended to pose nude for Terry. He had not started on his final project which was going to be a reclining nude of her. Before she would pose for him, though, she wanted her body to look as good as it possibly could be. "That's an interesting point," Andy said. "Since we're all naked, what's wrong with you? Let's see how you're doing." When the girl quickly slipped off her clothes, Andy softly whistled and said, "Well, I got my answer: Barbara Cumings, you are unbelievable! You are utterly gorgeous." For the first time it registered on Andy that Bobbie's hair was now cut short in a fashion almost exactly like her own. When she asked about it, the girl reddened with embarrassment and said, "I owe you a lot of money, Andy. When... When Henry Hall was here last week to work on you and Kelly, I was here, too, working out. When Kel called me in to get my opinion of her hair style, she asked him to do my hair, too. And he did." "But why like mine?" Andy persisted. The naked girl stood up even straighter than she had been. Where weeks earlier her figure was good but soft, now it was as softly muscular and as perfect as Andy's and Kelly's. She replied simply, "Because you are my idol, Andy Taylor. You are utterly perfect. There's no way I can ever be in your class, but I want to be as close to you as I can possibly get. Do you mind? If my hairdo bothers you, I guess I could change it, somehow." At that Andy did something she had wanted to do for weeks. She swept the girl into her arms and kissed her, releasing all of the love she could communicate into the girl's body. When she released Bobbie, the girl's eyes were glassy. Slowly she recovered and then said to the others, "You see what I mean? Isn't Andy wonderful?" Then she looked at Andy with a question in her eyes. Seeing it she said, "Bobbie, the answer is yes. Now what's the question?" Again the girl reddened. "Mrs. Taylor..." "It's Andy, damn it!" She grinned and said, "Andy, Kelly tells me that you're going to have guests pretty soon. One of them is a Marine officer who was in the SEALS. Is that right?" "And the other couple will be Kathy and Ken Carlson, who you just met. But the answer is still yes. Now what's the question, damn it!?" "Could... Would... Could..." Bobbie stammered. "Yes, for the _third_ time!" Andy exclaimed. "But yes to what?" "Could Terry and I come over to meet him? Please?" "Of course you can!" Andy exclaimed. But then she looked puzzled and asked, "But why would you want to?" "Because Terry was a SEAL, too. Something happened. I don't know what, and I don't know anyone else who knows, either. What I do know is that Terry is paralyzed from the waist down and there doesn't seem to be any medical reason for it. Usually it's an injury to the spinal cord, but the neurosurgeons are virtually certain that that is not the case here." The girl shook her head sadly and said, "It was just an idea I had. Do you mind?" "Darling, of course I don't mind!" Andy exclaimed. Then she asked Kathy, "Do you?" Instead of answering Kathy folded Barbara into her arms and kissed her. Like Andy, she worked her lips on the girl's and then probed her mouth with her tongue. This time Bobbie threw her arms around Kathy's neck to keep from falling on the floor. Her knees had turned to rubber as the power of Kathy's kiss ran through her body. When Kathy gently released her, Bobbie gasped, "Andy, she's not human! She's an angel! There is no human who could possibly contain the love that this woman has inside her." Kathy just grinned and said, "Andy, the answer to your question is that Ken and I can put up with her." Then she looked deeply into Bobbie's eyes and said, "Andy Taylor, she's another you! She is sweet and good and loving... And talented? My God!" Then with the brightest smile Bobbie had ever seen -- it lighted up the room like sunshine -- she said, "We would love to have her join us." Turning to Ken she said, "Right, husband?" "I'm not so sure," he replied. "There's one thing I need to check out first..." With that he picked the girl up by her waist and lifted her up so that her lips were even with his. Then, while holding her with her feet nearly a foot off the floor, he proceeded to kiss her. By now Ken had become practiced in conveying the purest love. Coming on the heels of Kathy's kiss, Ken's was too much for the girl. She lost consciousness and went limp in his arms. When she came to, she was lying on a leather-covered sofa and Ken was kneeling on the floor beside her with concern showing in his face. With a weak smile she said, "You two are too much!" Then her smile changed to a grin and she continued, "It's a good thing you're married to each other. You would utterly kill anyone else. My God! I thought Andy and Jack loved each other. Comparatively speaking, theirs is a light infatuation... At best!" Then she put her hand in front of her mouth and gasped, fearing that she had hurt Andy's feelings. Since she loved Andy more than life itself, she would do nothing to hurt her or hurt her feelings. She was amazed to hear Andy say, "I told you Bobbie Cumings was a smart girl! Bobbie, you sure got that one right." Turning to Kristin Higgins she asked, "What about you? What do you think?" "I agree with you." Then she giggled and told Bobbie, "My husband would agree with you, too. When I'm with him, I try things that I've seen Ken and Kathy do in bed. I almost never get them right, but Mike says God help him if I ever do... As it is, I almost kill him... And whatever I'm trying to do, I'm doing all wrong!" Then she smiled, told Barbara about their expected baby, and engaged her to do a Higgins family portrait when she came out to Los Angeles to do the Carlson's. * * * It was three weeks later and Sam Duncan was at Kennedy waiting for the Carlsons to arrive from Los Angeles. He had learned that they would be accompanied by Judy Jeffries and Mike Morris. Moreover, he had learned that Judy was the daughter of a Marine major general and Mike was a Marine Medal-of-Honor winner. As a result, Sam and the car were utterly spotless. He felt he had the honor of the U.S. Army to uphold. At the same time he recognized that he would be welcoming one of our country's greatest heros -- a man worthy of the greatest admiration and respect. Because he was out at Kennedy often, and because the Rolls always attracted a crowd, Sam had gotten to know many of the Port Authority police who patrolled the airport. Fortunately, one of the men he knew was on duty at the United terminal when he arrived. Like himself, the officer was an Army veteran. When he quickly told him who he was out to meet -- a Marine Medal-of-Honor winner and Captain Carlson -- the officer's eyes widened. The patrolman radioed the patrol sergeant who appeared a few minutes later. When Sam repeated the story -- the sergeant was also a Vietnam vet who knew of Carlson's Rangers -- he radioed the duty officer. The result was that in moments the entire Port Authority VIP squad was assembled at the United terminal. With two officers guarding the car, Sam was free to go inside and wait for the guests at the security gate. Judy and Mike had been eagerly looking forward to their trip to New York. In the interim, Mike Morris had learned that he had failed his retention physical and was due to be retired at the end of June. With a great deal of accumulated leave, it was no problem to get two weeks off. Although Mike had attended the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and Judy had lived at both Quantico and Camp Lejeune, neither had ever had the chance to see New York City and both were looking forward to it. As usual with Ali Clifford's close friends, they received special VIP treatment from United Airlines and enjoyed the flight out. Ken and Kathy were also looking forward to the trip. For Ken, it was his midwinter vacation from law school, and he was looking forward to getting away from the books. Moreover, he had only been to the northeastern United States once in his life. Kathy had been out a couple of times -- once bringing Kelly home, and the other time to do the work on the new PHA Construction contract -- but had never had the opportunity to sightsee or to visit the famous restaurants, museums, or Broadway theaters. The trip out had been wonderful for Ken, too. After a very nice meal service, when the lights were dimmed for the movie, Kathy, who was sitting in the aisle seat, got up, took down a blanket and then curled up on Ken's lap. After covering them both, with a few quick movements she stripped to the waist and proceeded immediately to go to sleep while lying on Ken with her head on his shoulder. When he cupped her beautiful tit, she just made wonderful noises deep in her body and just snuggled even closer. Ken enjoyed the war movie while Kathy slept on top of him. To his embarrassment, Mike Morris had to wear his uniform. One of the things he intended to do in New York was to assemble a wardrobe of civilian clothes. He had been shocked to realize that, except for some athletic wear and slopping-around clothes, he really had no civvies. Moreover, since he had been working out to get in shape for Judy, the few things he did have no longer fit. When the plane arrived at the gate at Kennedy, as special VIPs, they were the first ones to debark. He was holding Judy's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. When he did, she looked up at him, winked, and squeezed his hand in return. Mike could not imagine a person looking better than Judy did now. She was truly a golden goddess while at the same time being the most inventive lover he could imagine. Mike utterly adored her. With Mike and Ken both being so big and with Mike wearing his uniform, the party was very easy to spot as they came out through the security gate. Sam, too, had spent a great deal of time working out and getting in shape. Like Ellie, he realized he had not been in as good shape nor felt so good in years. When he saw the people coming, he stood at strict attention and rendered the finest salute of his life. "Major Morris, Captain Carlson: Senior Master Sergeant Samuel Duncan, reporting as ordered, sirs!" Seeing him, both Mike and Ken meticulously returned his salute. Then Ken just grabbed him around the shoulders and, in spite of his size, easily lifted him off the ground and swung him in a complete circle. When he put him down again, Ken exclaimed, "Sam, you're looking great!" Then turning to Mike he said, "Sam, it's my great pleasure to introduce you to Major Michael Morris. If you glance at his chest I think you'll see why." Again Sam snapped to attention and gave Mike another meticulous salute. When it was returned he said, "It is a great honor and privilege, Major! Welcome to New York." He was introduced to Judy and then Kathy leaped into his arms and burned him with a kiss. He held her tightly while she just worked her lips on his. When she eased away, she whispered, "Thank you again, Sam, for saving Ken's life. Because you did, it enabled me to be the happiest woman alive!" After another quick kiss full on his lips, he gently put her down. It turned out that the only baggage they had were a few carry-on pieces. All four of them were planning on replenishing their wardrobes so they had brought very little out with them. Everyone -- including Sam -- was surprised at what they found when they left the terminal and went out towards the waiting car. A detachment of over twenty police officers had formed a corridor between the exit door and the waiting limousine. On the command of the detail's commanding officer, the detail saluted in unison. Reaching the car, the detail commander, a police captain, saluted Ken and Mike and said, "Major Morris and Captain Carlson, on behalf of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, it's my pleasure to welcome you both to New York. We certainly hope you enjoy your stay with us. We're honored to have you visit!" After exchanging greetings the visitors got into the car. That was not the end of the surprises, though. When Sam got behind the wheel, he realized that there were four motorcycle police, two in front and two behind, along with a Port Authority Police patrol car. When he waved, the police stopped traffic and, led by the patrol car with its lights flashing and siren screaming, they sped towards the airport exit. There was more: As they reached the airport limits, they found a New York City police detail with another car and four city motorcycle police. Smoothly, the Port Authority police, after saluting, disengaged to be replaced by the city police. Kathy just shook her head in utter amazement. Then she realized that, with the United Nations headquar tered there, New York City was capable of providing a VIP escort on a moment's notice -- and that is exactly what had been done. The convoy went screaming west on the Long Island Expressway, through the Midtown tunnel and then north on Second Avenue. When they reached the apartment there was even a detail of foot police waiting for them to keep their access clear. Checking her watch, Kathy laughed when she realized they had made the trip door-to-door in only twenty minutes. When they arrived at the door to the apartment, although they were arriving nearly an hour earlier than expected the receptionist had notified the apartment of their arrival. Before they could even ring the doorbell, the door was opened wide and Ellie was standing before them nude, wearing only a large white bow on the back of her head and a small white one pinned to her pubic hair. With her back up straight and her youthful-looking breasts upthrust, she was utterly beautiful. In just the intervening few weeks, she had lost all of her excess weight and now both looked and felt better than she had in her entire life. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome!" Looking at Mike and Judy she said, "I'm Ellie Duncan, Sam's wife, and I don't believe I have ever had the pleasure of meeting you before." After making the introductions, Kathy was the last to greet Ellie. Instead of shaking hands, though, she took the older woman into her arms and melted her with a kiss. Then she firmly pinched Ellie's tight bottom. Ellie just wriggled. "Thank you, Mrs. Carlson," she said with a lovely little grin. "I'm glad you found my ass nice and firm for your pinch. Did you like it?" "I love it, Ellie," Kathy replied. Then she glared and added, "However, if you want to keep your head attached to the rest of your body, that damned well better be the last time you call me Mrs. Carlson! Clear! The name is Kathy, damn it." With her eyes bright Ellie responded, "I'm so sorry, Kathy-damn-it! It won't happen again." At that Kathy pinched her again, harder this time, and cutely stuck out her tongue. Ellie just wriggled her bottom again, winked, and stuck out the tip of her own pink tongue. For the visit Andy had outdone herself in her preparations. That evening, realizing that, even though the Californians had gained three hours with the time change, long-distance travel is still very tiring, she had planned for a dinner at home. She very proudly introduced Nita to Mike and Judy. The girl was now a physical duplicate of Kelly and herself and was utterly exquisite. Because of the tanning equipment in the apartment, Nita's hair -- now worn very short like Andy's -- was sun-streaked in colors ranging from medium brown to platinum blonde. While she made the introductions, Andy saw Kelly in the background. It was so obvious from the look on her face that she, too, was intensely proud of Nita. Mike and Judy just sat side by side on the sofa enjoying everything. >From the moment they had stepped off the plane, they had felt like a prince and princess on a state visit. Except, while the service, drinks and appetizers were utterly spectacular and served on the finest china and crystal, at the same time the apartment was so wonderfully homey, warm and cheerful. Moreover, the cocktail conversation was the most interesting and wide-ranging either had ever experienced. For both Judy and Mike it was a very different experience. While they were both very intelligent and widely-read, they -- but particularly Mike -- were used to conversing on a very narrow range of subjects in which their companions had some interest and knowledge. For Mike it was like a huge door opening wide. He could almost feel the cobwebs blowing off corners of his brain that he almost never had occasion to use. When they sat down at the dinner table, Judy let out a small gasp. The table was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It looked like something one might see in a bride's book featuring the finest china, silver and crystal. As their particularly honored guests, Judy sat on Jack's right, while Mike sat on Andy's, with Kathy and Ken facing their friends. Kelly and Nita sat at the middle of the table facing each other. Both were exquisite in new cocktail dresses that Andy had insisted on buying. Sitting at the end of the table, after the main course had been eaten and while they were waiting for dessert, Andy looked at Nita and an idea came to her. Being the woman she was, she took action immediately. Looking past Mike to Kelly she asked, "Kel, would you like to have a sister? An older sister? We're going to adopt Nita as our daughter." Anita Lucas let out a small gasp of surprise and started to cry. Ignoring Nita, Kelly looked thoughtful and replied, "It all depends." Seeing the gleam in Kelly's eye, Andy raised an eyebrow and asked, "Depends on what?" "Well..." Kelly said thoughtfully, "it depends on the deal we can cut." Trying to appear sad she looked at Andy and said, "For example: I would be giving up my seniority. I'm your oldest child and I would be losing my position. I think the least you could do is give some consideration to my time-in-grade seniority as your daughter, don't you?" While they were kidding, Jack had jumped from his chair and gone to Nita. Judy quickly moved her chair to make room as he went down on one knee, took the girl into his arms and just held her tightly while she cried. With his mouth next to her ear he whispered softly, "Andy and I love you desperately, Anita Lucas, and we want you to be our daughter. Will you? Will you allow us to adopt you as our daughter? Can you bring yourself to call Andy, Mom, and me, Dad?" For Nita it was the most emotional experience of her entire life. After years of struggling and scrimping -- and lying -- someone actually wanted to take care of her. Moreover, the "someones" were Andy and Jack, the two finest people she had ever met. _Oh, God, thank you!_ she prayed. _Thank you for giving me the love of two such marvelous people. I have loved them both almost from the first day... And now I find *that they love me back!*_ Her tears intensified, but Jack eased her head away from his shoulder and placed his lips on hers. Then he concentrated on trying to convey to her the purest love through his lips. He was successful. Feeling his lips on hers, Nita suddenly felt the most incredible sensation of her life as his love for her ran like a raging flood through her entire body. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and tried her best to communicate her great love for him. Now it was her turn. Jack almost fell on his face and would have if their arms had not been around each other. He felt the purest, most innocent love flow through him. When they slowly eased apart, he looked in her eyes and was startled by the love brimming in them. Then she whispered softly, "Daddy, I love you so much!" "My darling daughter!" he exclaimed and kissed her again. Then they just held each other tightly and listened to the negotiation going on between Kelly and Andy. Andy had been watching Jack and Nita and felt so incredibly happy and proud at what her husband had done. She could clearly see how he had held the poor, tormented girl and almost literally wiped her stress away with his lips and hands. Now that Nita was feeling warm and snugly in her new father's arms, she was beginning to listen to the exchange between Kelly and herself. Knowing the girl had heard little or nothing following her first statement, Andy backtracked the conversation so Nita could catch up. She said, "Kelly, now what exactly do you feel you deserve as senior daughter -- in time of service, that is." "Well, Mom..." Kelly said like Andy speaking for Nita's benefit, "there are important things. For example, I will want her to kiss me whenever I want, not just when she feels like it..." "Nita," Andy asked, "is that acceptable?" Still holding Jack tightly in her arms, the girl felt warm and wonderful. Her powerful sense of humor returned and she replied, "That's okay, Mom, provided she continues to keep me warm in bed at night." Then Andy asked, "How about a room of your own, Nita? We have lots of them. Which one would you like?" "Mom, are you nuts!?" the girl exclaimed. "It's so easy to steal Kelly's clothes when we share the same room. If I had my own, she might even put a lock on her door and then where would I be? Besides, we really do have so much fun together." Now Nita was serious and Jack gently released her from his arms as she continued, "As far as I'm concerned, Mom, I will take you on any terms Kelly sets. You see, I adore you and Dad so!... And I love my younger sister." Motioning towards her she asked, "Mom, I ask you: Has a girl ever had a finer sister than Kelly Carmichael Taylor? Ever? In all of history? I doubt it very much. She is so sweet and kind and beautiful and loving and funny and smart and... and..." Suddenly the girl broke down in tears again and cried, "And I love her so damned much!" At that point Jack rose, picked Nita up in his arms and carried her to the end of the table. There he deposited the girl on Andy's lap. Sitting there Nita melted her lips against Andy's, while the two women tried to flood each other with the incredible mutual love that they shared. While they were holding each other tightly, Kelly had risen from her chair and gone to stand beside Andy's. When Andy released her hold on Nita slightly, Kelly dropped to her knees and took her in her arms. "Nita Lucas, I love you desperately!" she whispered. "Will you please become Anita Lucas Taylor? Please? Will you be my big sister?" "Oh God, yes!" the girl screamed. Looking at the three Taylors she said, "There is no way I could possibly be any happier or prouder than I am right now. You have just made me the happiest, proudest girl on the face of the earth! Mom and Dad, you want me for your daughter. Kelly, you want me for your sister. The answer is yes! Under any conditions anyone wants to set, the answer is yes. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" At that Ellie, came in with a tray of champagne glasses, followed by Sam with a bottle of Dom Perignon. When she placed the glasses, she returned to the kitchen and emerged with another bottle. When everyone had been served, Andy looked meaningfully at Sam and Ellie who took glasses as well. Jack was watching her and when Andy imperceptibly nodded he raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To Anita Lucas Taylor: the finest, most beautiful, most loving elder daughter two people could ever conceive of having. Welcome to the Taylor family. You have made us all -- particularly your younger sister -- the happiest people alive!" When the toast had been drunk, Kathy raised her glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To the Taylors: The finest people it has ever been my privilege to know." Looking at Nita and Kelly she said, "You have the most incredible set of parents on the face of the earth. And you are now my nieces." Looking around the room she continued, "When I first met Andy Taylor, I felt there was an incredible amount of love and goodness in what she made into a magnificent body. Her love for Jack is so powerful it could melt an iceberg. However, the true measure of a person is her effect on others. Andy, using you as her inspiration and her teacher, Kelly has made herself into the most wonderful young woman I could ever imagine." Looking at Nita she said, "You said a few moments ago you wanted Kelly to keep you warm in bed at night. Although you said it as a joke, to me it was anything but. You see, Nita, the night that Kelly arrived in Los Angeles after hitchhiking across the country, she kept me warm in my bed. Imagine, if you can, a young woman alone, defenseless and terrified, hitchhiking across the country. The night she arrives what does she do? She holds me in her arms and comforts _me!_ Why? Because it's what Andy would do. "Andy Taylor, Kelly is a tribute to your love and your loveliness. "Is that all? Of course not! Look at Ellie Duncan. She adores you -- with a small exception. Ellie claimed that you discriminated against her, but since she appeared this evening in her unadorned beauty, I guess you've decided to behave." Turning to Nita she said, "And now, your newest daughter and my newest niece, Anita Lucas Taylor: The poor girl just had no chance! Not only did you work on her, Andy Taylor, but Kelly did, too. What chance did she have? But here is another truly extraordinary human being. A girl who develops her incredible fashion judgment _by herself_ to become the head women's-wear buyer for the top fashion store in the country -- at the age of twenty-one!" Turning back to Andy she said, "In case you haven't accepted it yet, Andy Taylor, you should know that these two young women are living tributes... to you!" Then to the table she said, "Could we drink to that?" When the toast had been drunk, Andy said, "Thank you, little sister. However, I think I should set the record straight. For Nita, I did _nothing!_ Everything she did, she did by herself or with help from Kelly. "Why did I do it? For my usual reason: pure selfishness. You see, I guess I've never fully recovered from looking like a pig. The result of my appearance was that I detested having to buy clothes. But now that Nita has transformed herself into a physical duplicate, I don't even have to leave the apartment! Not only does she have superlative taste, but she can even stand in for the fittings. "With Kelly? What can I say. Like Nita, she did it all herself. Moreover, there is more than a little element of selfishness in adopting Nita, too. Why?" Looking at her husband she said, "I know Jack will agree with me, and I think Ellie and Sam Duncan will, too. These two young women together are the ultimate in apartment decorating. They are exquisite beauties -- the ultimate in room accessories. Moreover, they are constantly teasing each other. Their constant laughter is far better than Muzak at brightening up the place. Finally, they help me a great deal. You see, Jack is starting to age and it takes awhile for him to... warm up... sexually. Well, these two girls -- who are _always_ naked, by the way -- serve to... get Jack into a romantic mood. So, you see, I am continuing a pattern I started at the age of about one week: being selfish." "Andy Taylor," Jack said faking a growl, "I'm going to remember that crack about aging!" Licking her lips lasciviously she replied, "I certainly hope you do, darling. I can hardly wait!" Then Kathy said, "There are a couple of complaints I should mention, big sister, while they're still fresh in my mind. Now I spoke with Judy and Mike and they didn't want me to say anything. But I pointed out that if we don't tell you, how are you ever going to learn?" Looking at Andy with a sorrowful look on her face, she continued, "The reception at the airport was... okay." Now tears appeared at the corners of her eyes and her voice broke as she asked, "But where was the band? Why wasn't there a parade? Are you ashamed of us? Why did you have to whisk us up to the apartment without even giving the people on the sidewalk a chance to applaud and cheer?" Now Kathy appeared to break down crying and her words were broken as she concluded, "You're ashamed of us, big sister! I just know you are!" The people around the table applauded Kathy's performance as she ended with her head on her folded arms pretending to break down in tears. Andy said dryly, "Well, I guess Ali's acting lessons are starting to sink in." With that Kathy popped up, grinning from ear to ear. Then Andy shook her head in apparent sorrow and said, "Spare us from little sisters!" Turning to Nita she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? After all, Kelly is going to be your little sister, too. Then looking back at Kathy she said, "Jack and I were trying to be considerate and this is all the thanks we get. Indeed! Look, Smarty, the fact is that we know how tiring a transcontinental flight can be. We didn't think you would be in shape for a full-bore parade." Now her face fell and tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she continued, "It was supposed to be a surprise, but now you've forced the issue: The parade is scheduled _for your trip home!"_ Now she began to cry like her heart would break and wailed, "And now it's not even a surprise anymore!" Kathy quietly applauded and said dryly, "You're right, of course. Ali Clifford is giving acting lessons. But, big sister, what's your excuse?" Everyone laughed and then dessert was served. After dinner they took their cognac and coffee and ended the evening playing Bridge. * * * It was seven-thirty in the morning four days later when Kathy came out to the kitchen. To her surprise she found Andy with her head on her arms trying to muffle the sound of her crying. Unlike the time at dinner, this was no act. Dropping to her knees beside Andy's chair, Kathy took the woman in her arms. As soon as she did, Andy wrapped her arms around Kathy's neck and started to bawl. "Kathy," she wailed, "I'm so sorry!" "Sorry? Sorry about what?" Kathy whispered, genuinely puzzled. "Your visit!" she cried. "Jack and I wanted everything to be so perfect and... and we tried so hard!" She struggled to regain control and then said, "Last night was utterly atrocious!" The night before they had dined at the restaurant reputed to be the finest in the city. Andy continued, "That food! I wouldn't have served it to... to a pig! My God, if I had made that dinner for guests, I would have thrown it out and started over." Hugging Kathy tightly around the neck she asked with her voice breaking again, "Little sister, what am I going to do?" "Oh, my darling sister!" Kathy whispered, "You really don't know what's happened, do you?" Now it was Andy's turn to be surprised. Kathy's response startled her out of her tears. When she pulled away, Kathy thought Andy looked like an adorable little girl. With her tears still running down her cheeks, she tried to wipe them off with the back of her wrist. Andy looked at her and said slowly, "I sure don't... But from the sound of it, you do... Or at least, you think you do. What _did_ happen?" "Darling Andy," Kathy said with the warmest smile Andy had ever seen, "it's you! Sister, you were absolutely honest. If you had made that meal you would have thrown it out. On the other hand, the restaurant probably was very proud of what they served. Why the difference in perception? Because, big sister, you are now one of the finest cooks in the world! Your cooking is so far superior to theirs, it's ridiculous!" Then she looked at Andy and said softly, "Honey, Judy and I were talking about it. We didn't want to say anything, because it was so painfully clear to us how hard you all have worked to try to make our visit the most spectacular occasion possible. But do you know what we would _really_ like to do?" Andy just slowly shook her head from side to side. The look on her face almost made Kathy want to cry because she looked so much like a vulnerable little girl as she said, "No, sister, I have no idea." "Andy, I really don't know why I did what I did to you when I sent you and Jack back here from Maui. I think I said something about fixing up the apartment for us or something. Anyway, I first learned what an incredible job you were doing from Sandy Harris. I think you have developed a respect for her talent and judgment. Well, Sandy said this place is the most spectacular home she has ever seen or heard of. Do you know what Judy and I want to do?" Andy just shook her head. "We want to be naked and sit on your beautiful furniture and just let the soft leathers caress our bodies. We want to be able to use the swimming pool -- and the paddle court! We want to spend more time with you, Jack, Kelly, and Nita. We want to work out with Ellie and Sam. We just want to talk with you and your family on the incredible range of topics you people can knowledgeably talk about." With a warm grin she said, "Darling Andy, what we really want to do is just stay here at home with you!" "But... but, what about the restaurants...?" "The best food in New York is right here," Kathy insisted. Then she pretended to glare at Andy and added, "However, we insist on taking turns cooking. I'm not as good as you, but I'm not terrible..." "Kathy!" Andy exclaimed, _"You_ would be willing to cook? _Here?"_ "Big sister, I _love_ to cook. It's really my recreation. And your kitchen is an utter dream!" Then she grinned and added, "I've never mentioned this to a living soul, Andy, but _my_ dream vacation would be spent in your kitchen. I would be as happy as a pig in slops!" Their discussion continued and finally Andy realized that Kathy was being serious and completely honest. When Judy joined them, she was gently rubbing her groin. With a lovely grin she said, "One of these days Mike is going to split me in half!" Salaciously, she licked her lips and added, "And I can hardly wait!" Kathy just grinned at Judy and said to Andy as she pretended to make an introduction, "I know you've met Judy before. She's our genuine California blonde -- every Los Angeles office needs at least one. Of course, she's an airhead, but..." "But I would take your head off if I was dressed and had my purse with me," Judy interrupted. "She carries a LadySmith .38 in it, is what she's trying to say," Kathy finished. Sticking out her tongue at Judy she added, "Why in hell do you think I said it now? Dressed the way you are there are... limited... places for you to carry a concealed weapon." At that Judy plopped down across Kathy's lap and proceeded to kiss her. While she held her friend, Kathy was running her hands over Judy's satin-smooth skin. At the same time both girls were trying to convey the enormous love that each felt for the other. When they parted, Judy's eyes were glassy but she was able to say softly, "Kathy Carlson, I love you so very much! Without you I don't know where I would be." "Without you, Judy Jeffries, I know damned well where I would be: dead! Darling, along with Ginger you saved my failing marriage. And you know there is no value high enough to place on that!" Then she told Judy what she had told Andy. "Andy," Judy asked with her eyes guileless, "are there any video tours of New York City?" "I don't know. Why?" Andy replied suspiciously. "Because if there were, Mike could take me from behind. Then I could combine sightseeing with my favorite pastime: being fucked!" Andy grinned and said she would see what she could do. What followed were three utterly marvelous days for everyone. All of them worked out in the Taylors' marvelous gym, swam in the pool, soaked in the sauna and even learned to play platform tennis. As far as the food was concerned, a competition developed between teams of Kathy and Judy vying against Andy, Kelly, Nita and Ellie. Each night the dinner lasted from about six-thirty until eleven or later. At the end of the third night, after the lights were out and her head was on his shoulder, Ken Carlson whispered softly in Kathy's ear, "Darling, it has _never_ been this good! Never!" Then he lightly kissed her ear and added, "It's a damned good thing we can get so much exercise! Without it, I would have gained fifteen pounds in the last three days!" He could feel Kathy move her head on his shoulder and he knew she was looking at him in spite of the room being pitch-black. "Do you mind, darling?" she asked with the concern audible in her voice. _"Mind?_ My God, how could I possibly? Darling, the meal you and Judy prepared tonight was in a class by itself! It was utterly incredible!" Ken moved his head and found Kathy's lips with his. When their lips met, there was the immediate flow of electricity between them. Then he added, "My darling Kathy, I adore you! And I can have you like this for the rest of our lives?" "Sure can," she murmured. Then after a pause she said, "Ken, I have a confession to make. Today, I threw out my pills. From now on, you're on your own. I decided to try to make a baby." She paused for a few moments but there was no reaction. Now she asked with the concern audible in her voice, "Do you mind terribly, Ken? Do you?" Instead of answering Ken pulled her head back towards his, found her soft lips, and gave her the most incredible kiss she had ever had. By the time he eased away, she had almost lost consciousness. Then he said softly, "My darling Kathy, the fruit of your womb will be a spectacular little person. I can hardly wait!" Then with a soft chuckle he added, "Does that mean that there may soon be real milk in your gorgeous tits? Can I have some? For my coffee?" "Kenneth Carlson, I'm surprised at you!" Kathy exclaimed softly. "Do you mean to say that you would _steal_ a mother's milk from a tiny baby?" After pulling her body even closer to his own and after feeling Kathy wriggle against him he said quietly, "Sure would! Darling, I'm just beating the little thing to it. Besides, I'm sure you'll be exactly like Hank: No little baby could possibly drain your luscious tit. I can hardly wait!" "Me neither," Kathy sleepily replied. In moments, they were both asleep.*Chapter 46* Early in the Carlson's visit Andy had called Barbara Cumings and arranged for her to come over for dinner and bring Terry Williams with her. It was arranged for the next night. When she told Ellie that she would have to be dressed, the woman commented, "Prudes! Andy Taylor, why do you always have to invite prudes over here for dinner?" Then she told Andy how much she and Sam had enjoyed the previous few days. Andy saw Ellie's expression change and she asked about it. Looking guilty the woman said, "Andy, our daughter is almost twenty-eight." When Andy looked skeptical -- reminding Ellie that she was only forty-two -- the woman smiled and said, "Sarah isn't really our natural daughter. She's my late sister's daughter. My older sister, Jessie, died when Sally was only twelve so Sam and I adopted her. Now she's a lawyer working for the Justice Department in Washington. Could... Would... Would it be possible for us to invite her to come up here and see us? We'll pay for everything of course..." "You will like hell!" Andy exclaimed. "And of course you may. Jack and I would be utterly delighted to have your daughter visit." Ellie looked into Andy's eyes and believed that she was being sincere. Then they talked about the arrangements for their guests. Bobbie and Terry were coming to dinner that evening. Because of his being confined to a wheelchair, Sam was going to pick them up and drive them to the apartment. Recognizing the importance of the evening to Barbara, Kathy and Andy conferred on the menu and, over Andy's protests, Kathy insisted on doing the cooking herself. Ellie was sitting with them while they talked and all of the women were naked. When the menu was set, Ellie rolled her eyes and ran her fingers lightly over her flat belly and wailed, "Why do you do this to me? Do you have any idea how many hours I'm going to have to work out to get rid of all those calories?" "Oh, you poor thing!" Andy exclaimed with her eyes wide. Then she said, "Why don't you stand up? Let us see what you've been doing with that aging body of yours." When she did, the two girls also rose and studied her body carefully. Finally Andy said softly, "Ellen Duncan, you are utterly exquisite!" Looking thoughtful she asked Kathy, "Little sister, how old do you think she looks? I can't quite make up my mind. On the one hand, her body is so youthful-looking, I think she's eighteen. On the other hand, I don't think an eighteen-year-old would look nearly as fully ripe and juicy as she does. What do you think?" "I agree with you, big sister," Kathy replied, "but does it really matter?" To Ellie she said, "What does Sam think? He's the important one." Ellie just laughed and said, "Sam is getting worried. Andy, he wants to know what you're going to say when we have to buy a new bed in just a couple of weeks. We know the beds are the very best and strongest made, but..." "...But they were designed to be beds, not trampolines," Andy finished. "Don't worry about it. Jack and I figured that about four new sets a year ought to be about right." Then with a grin she added, "Unless, of course, you want to save the wear and tear on the bed by using the floor..." "Mostly we do, but still..." In spite of her light-chocolate complexion, Ellie blushed bright red. Andy and Kathy both roared with laughter and hugged the woman. After completing their plans for the evening, they went out to the pool to swim. * * * Bobbie Cumings was apprehensive. To her surprise, a new outfit for her had appeared from Bergdorf's a couple of days earlier. She had taken great pains with her appearance and decided she looked as good as it was possible for her ever to look. Although she had agreed to pose nude for Terry she had not yet started, so he had not seen her body bare. When they picked up Terry at his apartment, Bobbie was pleased to see how smoothly and easily Sam Duncan handled everything, assisting Terry into the car and quickly storing his wheelchair in the trunk. Clearly, he was practiced and very sensitive to Terry's feelings, handling everything so smoothly a passerby would be unlikely to notice that he had done anything. When she opened the door, Ellie was wearing a new uniform that represented a compromise between what she wanted to wear -- nothing -- and a regular uniform. It was white with a skirt no longer than a ballerina's. It's neckline plunged down to her navel and the back dove down to the crease of her buttocks. It was held up by a wide band of fabric rising from the bodice that came together to become a white collar with which she wore a black bow tie. With the outfit she wore a tiny white lace bikini and her usual very large white bow set on the back of her head. When Bobbie saw her, she took her into her arms, kissed her warmly and exclaimed, "Ellen Duncan, you look utterly spectacular!" "That's all very well for you to say, Bobbie," Ellie replied with a raised eyebrow, "but if you look at this thing carefully you'll see it stays up mostly because of the starch. And if you touch it, it's likely to just fall apart." Looking thoughtful she added, "On the other hand... Hell, I really didn't want to wear anything, anyway." Wheeling Terry into the living room, they were greeted by Andy and Jack, then by Kelly and Nita. After thanking Nita for the beautiful dress, they were introduced to Ken and Kathy Carlson. Terry Williams was six feet tall and normally weighed about 175. Since his injury, his shoulders had broadened and were heavily muscled while his leg muscles had withered. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and laugh lines around his eyes. However, there was a constant overtone of pain or anguish in his eyes that Bobbie had concluded was not connected with any physical pain. His doctors had assured her that he was really not in any pain at all. After greeting the Carlsons, they moved back and opened an alley at the end of which Mike Morris was standing. The two men saw each other at the same instant. A look of incredulity came into Terry's widening eyes. At the same time Mike recognized him and in a parade-ground voice commanded, "Sergeant Williams: Atten..._TION!"_ The power and tone of his voice shocked the rest of the people but Terry jumped out of his wheelchair and stood on his feet for an instant. When his weakened legs began to collapse beneath him, Barbara and Kathy instantly grabbed him and helped him back into his chair. When Bobbie looked into his eyes to see if he was hurt, all she saw was a look of stunned amazement. By this time Mike was standing in front of him. Terry slowly shook his head and murmured, "But, Major, you're dead! I screwed up and got you killed!" The look on his face was that of a man who is seeing a ghost. "Am I dead, honey?" Mike asked Judy with a grin. "Well... probably." But then she looked puzzled and added, "But I only killed you last night. How do you suppose Mr. Williams knew?" Ending the byplay she asked, "What happened, Mike? For some reason I think you know -- or think you do." "Honey," he said to Judy while really speaking for Terry's ears, "I'm almost certain that what happened was the SEALS and security. We're so damned security-conscious, it gets ridiculous sometimes. You know my most recent... decoration?" Judy knew he was referring to the still-pink jagged scar on his torso and nodded. "As I know you guessed, that was a souvenir of our latest action. It was over a year ago, now. Terry was in my team and we encountered some trouble. I guess he thought I was dead. He took a hard knock on the head, but the guys got us both back on board and then we got the hell out. When we returned, Terry still wasn't playing with a full deck, so he was moved to the hospital. As I think about it, I guess I never did see him when he was fully conscious. "But back to security: We never talk and we're trained never to ask. When he saw the explosion, he must have thought that I bought the farm." Looking at Terry he asked, "Is that about right?" "Yes, sir, it sure is," Williams replied, now recovering. Then he realized what he had done and tried to move his right leg. To his astonishment, it moved. "Terry, that was your problem all along, wasn't it?" Bobbie asked softly. "You thought you'd been responsible in some way for Major Morris's death and subconsciously you were punishing yourself with paralysis. Then she said, "How about if we celebrate? Let's go swimming!" Terry looked at her in utter amazement. "Are you crazy? Have you lost it completely? How? And where?" "How? You move your arms and legs in the water," she replied matter-of-factly. "I was under the impression that SEALS were supposed to be good swimmers. Where? Right out there," she said motioning towards the now-drapery-covered picture window at the end of the room. Turning to Andy she asked, "Would you mind if Terry and I do a few laps before dinner?" Since it was still very early in the evening, and dinner was not scheduled for two more hours, Andy grinned and said, "Of course not! In fact, it might be fun for all of us. I guess we'll just take our drinks out on the terrace and watch." Turning back to Terry, Bobbie said, "I certainly hope you're not planning on swimming in your suit?" Looking at Mike she asked, "Major, could you get your friend ready?" "Sure can," Mike replied. Then he held out his hand and said, "But we never had the chance to be introduced. I'm Mike Morris, formerly Terry's commanding officer. And it's Mike, damn it! It's not major." She grinned and shook hands, then saluted and said, "Yes, sir, Mike-damn-it!" Morris immediately thought that Terry was very lucky to have a woman as lovely as Bobbie in love with him. And seeing the two together, he was certain that she really was. Mike wheeled Terry into another room while Bobbie scampered into the gym where she quickly shed her clothes. Andy had turned on the lights on the terrace and in the pool, while the others got coats to put on. Although it was late March, the temperature was still near freezing and, as usual, the wind was whipping across the roof. After helping Terry undress, Mike covered him with a blanket and wheeled him out on the terrace. When Terry saw the pool on the apartment house roof, he just whistled softly. He looked up with a start when Bobbie said, "Are you going to get in the water, or do I have to just stand here freezing my boobs off?" Looking up at her, Terry's eyes widened and he whistled softly. "My God! Bobbie, you are gorgeous!" When he looked up at her, she had ignored the cold and just stood up straight. Her body was now a slightly-smaller-scale version of all of the other women's. Mike rolled the chair to the edge of the pool and Terry dove in. At the same time Bobbie entered the pool in a racing dive and proceeded to power up and down. Terry had been a very good swimmer, but like Mike, was really outclassed with respect to speed against the girls. Moreover, because of the muscle atrophy in his legs, his arms were doing virtually all of the work. At the end of the first lap he stopped and just watched Bobbie in the next lane moving in the water like a porpoise with the same speed, power and grace. After whistling softly, he resumed his progress in the water. He swam four lengths and then quit. In the same time Bobbie had swum ten laps and was not even breathing hard when she jumped from the pool and gratefully accepted a blanket. After Mike helped Terry out of the pool and back into his wheelchair, Bobbie opened the blanket and asked, "Terry, do you like what you see?" His eyes widened. Although he had seen Bobbie's figure for a moment before she got in the water, this time she was standing just a few feet away and the full beauty of her body was revealed -- and highlighted -- by the blanket that served almost as a frame. "You are exquisite!" he exclaimed. "And this is what I get to paint? You _are_ still going to pose for me, aren't you?" "Sure am," she replied as she wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. "There's one more thing," she added softly. "I'm sure that Andy will let us continue to use her pool and her exercise equipment. It's clear to me that you recovered the use of your legs. I guess it was psychosomatic paralysis to begin with. At any rate, when you can beat me in the pool at 200 meters you can have my body for whatever you wish, for as long as you wish." Terry just looked into her eyes with an expression of stunned incredulity on his face. Before he could think of a reply, she bent over and softly placed her lips on his in a kiss in which she concentrated on just conveying her love. When her lips made contact -- it was only their lips, because her hands were still holding her blanket tightly around her -- there was an immediate flash of electricity between them. Slowly she eased away and said, "That will have to hold you until you can beat me swimming." Then with her eyes flashing she asked, "Did I give you an incentive to recover your leg strength?" He just shook his head and murmured, "Bobbie, you are utterly unbelievable!" Then with a grin he added, "As for your question, the answer is _hell, yes!"_ She just winked, returned his grin and scampered for the shower room. At dinner that night, Mike tried to explain as much as he could, within the limits of security, about what had happened that fateful night. The team had been on a mission -- location classified -- and were supposed to rendezvous at the beach at a preset time. Terry was late getting back. Even though standard procedure was to leave without him, Mike decided to wait for him anyway after first sending back the rest of his team. A few minutes later Terry appeared, chased by an enemy patrol. Mike used his automatic weapon to take out most of the patrol while the survivors dove for cover providing the opportunity for Terry to get clear. He had been nicked by a bullet, but Mike helped him into the water and together they swam as fast as they could out to where they hoped the pickup boat would still be waiting. Although they were quickly out of range of small arms from the beach, apparently the enemy patrol called for artillery support because high-explosive shells started to fall in their vicinity. It was apparent that such a shell exploding between them wounded Mike with shrapnel while its concussion rendered Terry unconscious. Nevertheless, the pickup boat came roaring over and both men were rescued. Subsequently, the unit secrecy resulted in Terry never learning that Mike was all right, and Mike never learning of Terry's paralysis. After a spectacular dinner, they adjourned to the library. At the dinner table Terry had felt odd because for the first time in months, he had feeling in his lower body, legs and feet. The result was tingling sensations that were very disconcerting. When they were all seated with after-dinner drinks, Bobbie unveiled her portrait of the Taylors. Although the others had all seen it, Terry had not. When he saw it for the first time, he whistled softly and said, "Bobbie, that is utterly fantastic! I knew you were good, but I had no idea you were this good." He looked from the portrait to Andy, and then at Jack and Kelly. Finally he shook his head and said, "My God! You really got it all! After looking at the painting I can see the overwhelming love and goodness that Mrs. Taylor just radiates. I can see the incredible love she has for her husband and he has for her. And I can see Kelly's love for them and their love for her." He continued to study the painting and then said to Kelly, "You are a wanting virgin, aren't you?" Kelly just nodded. "You have a boyfriend, too, don't you?" Again she nodded. Then she brightened, but immediately said, "At least I did! The bum should have been here nearly an hour ago!" Terry grinned back and said, "Don't worry about it! If he's still alive, he'll be here! Kelly Taylor, no guy who is still breathing would miss the opportunity to date you. You are unbelievable!" "Thank you, kind sir!" she replied with a grin. "I think I'll tell Kevin exactly what you just said." Then she looked puzzled. "What's the question?" Terry asked. "I'm trying to figure out whether to tell him before or after I kick him in the balls for being so late." "Bullshit!" Bobbie interjected. When Kelly asked why she said that, Bobbie explained, "You wouldn't dare take such a risk with your future love life. Kelly Carmichael Taylor, I dare you!" Kelly just shook her head ruefully, grinned and said, "You're right of course, Bobbie. But what can I do?" she wailed. "He needs to be punished." Nita came into the conversation and commented, "Sister, with that incredible imagination of yours, I'll bet that you'll think of something." * * * During the days and weeks that followed, Bobbie worked out in the pool and on the exercise machines with Terry. In addition she spent hours working on his legs to restore their withered muscles. She never told him that she had consulted with orthopedic surgeons and physical therapists regarding his exercises. Correctly, she concluded that no professional would be either able or willing to devote so many hours each day to a single patient. Bobbie could and did. Between their workouts, Terry worked on her nude portrait. Although they had met each other at school only a few months earlier, Terry was now convinced that Bobbie was the woman with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life. His painting of her had become a work of love. However, he refused to let her look at it in spite of her entreaties; when he wasn't working on it, it was always hidden under a cloth draped over it. An impressive aspect of Bobbie's character, Terry noted, was that, although she kept begging him to let her see what he had done, and in spite of having myriad opportunities, he knew she had never even sneaked a peak. He realized the only way she would look at it was with his permission. Even when he finished his painting, he refused to let her see it. When she asked, he told her she would see it for the first time at the annual student art show where all of the student projects plus any other interesting pieces were put on display. The student show was to open on Friday evening. On the day before the show opening, he and Bobbie had worked out and closed with their regular 200-meter race. As a result of his own work and all the work she had done on him, his muscles were now almost back to normal. From a wheelchair, Terry had progressed to crutches, then to a cane, and now was walking without assistance. When it was time for their race, Bobbie asked Andy, who was sunning herself on the deck with Kelly, to give the starting commands. She did and the two went off the boxes in flat racing dives. Watching from the pool deck, Kelly turned to Andy and said, "Mom, what's wrong with Bobbie? She can move faster than that! She's... She's... My God! She's letting him win! She's cheating!" "Why is it cheating?" Andy asked quietly. "Because she's letting him win!" Kelly protested indignantly. "I know that, dear," Andy replied in the tone of voice one might use with a small child. "But why is that cheating?" "Well... It's not fair," Kelly said, modifying her earlier accusation. "And why isn't it fair?" Andy persisted. Then she took Kelly into her arms, kissed her soundly and asked, "If you were racing Kevin, and he had to win that race to be able to marry you, how hard would you try to beat him? Remember, it's your only chance. Now what do you do?" "I let him win," Kelly conceded. "In fact, I would probably stay on the edge of the pool, throw him a line and pull him up and down!" "My darling daughter," Andy explained, "that's exactly what Bobbie's doing. Only she's smarter than you are. She doesn't want Terry to feel badly by thinking she's letting him win -- even though that's exactly what she's doing." They watched as the couple continued to power up and down the pool with Bobbie retaining a very slight lead. As they neared the finish Terry put everything he had into his finish and beat her to the wall by less than a second. Bobbie had performed brilliantly in the race. Maintaining the illusion, she held onto the pool edge and seemed to be fighting to regain her breath and her strength before pulling herself out of the pool. Andy made a mental note to congratulate her on her acting ability because she knew the girl could have easily beaten Terry by two pool lengths in the eight-lap race without even breathing hard. Terry pulled himself out of the pool and then reached down to give Bobbie a hand. When he pulled her out, he retained his hold on her hand and pulled her into his arms. With one arm around her, he gently stroked the wet hair off her face, then pulled her beautiful body close to his. She lifted her face and he melted his lips on hers. It was the finest, most perfect kiss the couple had ever shared and was only the second one following the night he recovered the use of his legs. When she eased away, she looked up at him with her eyes shining and said, "Terry, you now have full access to my body. What would you like to do?" Taking her by the hand, he walked over to where an outdoor sofa was positioned. Sitting down on it, he sat her across his lap and resumed kissing her. When their kiss broke he said softly, "Darling Bobbie, I'll answer that question tomorrow night. Right now, the only parts of you I'm interested in are your lips. I want them against mine." They spent the next hour with Bobbie just sitting on his lap, feeling his vibrant sex against her bottom, while he just kissed her and fondled her beautiful body. When they finally parted, Bobbie had to take a freezing-cold shower to try to calm her jangled nerve endings. When Kelly grinned and offered her a massage, Bobbie accepted it gratefully. It took nearly an hour for Kelly to work all the kinks out of Bobbie's emotion-knotted muscles. * * * "Come in, Barbara, and have a seat," Alec Richardson said when she knocked on his office door. Richardson was the professor in charge of her senior project and he had asked her to see him on Friday before the opening of the student show. Like so many art teachers, he was an artist himself, but not nearly able to support himself on his art-generated income. He told himself that his profession was artist; he was a teacher only because he needed to eat. Although he was a modernist in artistic style, he had been well trained and was, in fact, an excellent teacher. When Bobbie took a seat, she just looked at him alertly while he looked at her. Richardson found her demeanor discomfiting. Being called in to see a senior professor the day of the show was calculated to cause a student to break out in a cold sweat, yet Bobbie seemed cool and calm. Looking at her with an artist's eye, he saw something he had never noted before: She was incredibly beautiful. Suddenly he had second thoughts about some of his comments on Terry Williams' critique and grading sheet, but that wasn't the issue now. He looked at her and said, "Bobbie, I gave you a grade of 'D ' on your project." Then he waited for her reaction. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly. "It's better than I expected. I expected an 'F'." "You did!?" he exclaimed. "But if you did, why did you do it? Why didn't you change it?" "I couldn't," she replied simply. "My subjects wouldn't want me to, and since they had bought it..." _"Bought it?"_ he asked incredulously. "Do you mean to tell me someone bought that painting?" "Yes, sir," she replied, "For $25,000." "Twenty-five _thousand_ dollars? You've got to be kidding!" "Well, yes, sir. That's only half of the assignment. The other half is the same portrait with the subjects clothed. I haven't finished it yet. So I guess it's really only $12,500, isn't it?" Richardson, who had never received as much as one thousand dollars for one of his paintings, was in a state of shock. Moreover, he knew enough about art economics to know that, regardless of the mythology of the abused artist, in over 95 percent of the cases the highest price received for a work of art is the price received by the artist himself at the first sale. He was realistic enough to know he would starve to death if he had to depend on the sale of his art to live. He shook his head and murmured, "Beginner's luck. But, my God! Such luck!" "I guess you're right, sir," Bobbie said agreeably. "After all, it has only produced two other commissions..." "Commissions?" he interrupted. "What commissions?" "Oh," she said blandly, "I have two commissions in Los Angeles for $25,000 each. They say there are going to be many more, but you know how clients can be, don't you, sir? I mean you can't spend it until you get it..." Then she said, "But that's not what you called me in here about, is it? I appreciate the passing grade very much, but I think there's something more you wanted to tell me, isn't there?" Richardson looked into her eyes and was startled. When he looked at them, he realized again how incredibly penetrating her blue eyes were. They seemed to probe right into his brain. And, in fact, she was correct. There was something he wanted to talk to her about. After shaking his head to clear it, he said, "Yes, Barbara, there is. As you know, I don't think much of representational art. After all, it went out with the development of the camera which can reproduce an image with far greater fidelity than an artist ever can. But that's neither here nor there. If that's what you do, that's what you do. Some of my colleagues wanted to flunk you cold on that painting but I fought for your grade. Your brush work and technique are both quite good, and I pointed that out. The reason I was initially surprised is because of the realism of the work, in spite of you painting something you were seeing in your head. "There are no three people who could possibly look the way those three do. First, they are all nude. No one can appear as relaxed when they're naked as those three. Then there's what seems to be... love. It covers the whole damned painting and I've never seen anything like it. It's unreal and it's phony. That's the reason for your grade." Because he was still in a state of shock at her revelations regarding her commissions, he decided to end the whole thing. "Thank you, Barbara, for coming in," he said, "and good luck with your career." "Thank you, sir," she said, gracefully rising to her feet. Then she asked, "Will you be at the show tonight?" When he said he would, she smiled and said, "Maybe we will see you there. I'll say goodbye to you then." With that she rose from her chair and left the office. * * * Because they lived close to the school and it was expected to be an unseasonably warm evening for April, Bobbie and Terry had agreed to walk over to the show. Great pains had been taken with her appearance that night. To her amazement, when she had worked out at the Taylor's that morning, she had found Henry Hall, the hairdresser, there waiting for her. After her workout and swim -- she did 200 meters in 30 percent less time than when she had allowed Terry to beat her and was teased unmercifully about it -- Andy insisted on personally getting her ready for the evening. Bobbie received the same treatment that Andy had given Judy Morris at Kapalua. She scrubbed her in the shower, soaked her in a musk-oil-laden hot bath and gave her a marvelous massage. To Bobbie's utter amazement, Andy even took her to bed for a nap and held the girl tightly while caressing the back of her neck and her shoulders. After feeding her, Andy dressed her with exquisite care and then turned her over to Sam to drive her home in time to be picked up by Terry. As she was ready to leave the apartment, Andy said softly, "Tonight's the night, isn't it?" Pretending not to understand Bobbie said, "What night?" Andy grinned, slowly shook her head and said, "The night you give yourself to Terry. It is, isn't it?" When Bobbie tried to protest, Andy just raised an eyebrow skeptically and shook her head. Then the girl threw her arms around Andy and said, "Oh God, yes! Oh, Andy, I hope so." Then she looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you think he'll have me? Do you think he'll let me live with him as his mistress?" Bobbie was utterly crushed when Andy replied without any elaboration, "No, Bobbie, I don't think he will." To Bobbie's mild chagrin, Terry had insisted on arriving at the show as soon as the doors opened. Although she pointed out -- correctly -- that everyone arrived late, Terry was adamant. In spite of pointing out that artists are among the world's latest-arriving people, he could not be dissuaded. Since she really didn't care that much, she finally agreed to his timing. When Terry arrived to pick her up and saw her, he let out a soft whistle of appreciation and said, "Bobbie, you look utterly spectacular!" With her eyes shining she said, "Terry, would you kiss me once? Please?" When he did and her body warmed, it released the action of the musk oil that drenched her body. Terry smelled the most marvelous fragrance wafting into his nostrils. When he asked about it, she said with the warmest smile he had ever seen, "Darling, it's me. At least, I think it's me." Then with a little grin she said, "Oh, hell! It's _supposed_ to be me." She explained what musk oil was and how it enhanced the body's natural odors. He just lightly kissed her again and they started walking towards school. Bobbie felt both wonderful and apprehensive. She knew she had never looked nearly as good in her life. On the other hand, she had been a prostitute and had made sure that Terry knew it too. Over the previous weeks, while posing she had told him everything she had ever done, sparing herself nothing. They were walking hand-in-hand and just that innocent contact felt wonderful. At the same time she kept thinking about what Andy had said. She was still bemused when they entered the exhibition hall. The first things they saw were her portrait of the Taylors and, beside it, Terry's figure study of her. She gasped as she looked at his painting and covered her mouth with her hand. Finally, she said in an awe-struck tone of voice, "My God, Terry! What did you do?" "I painted your picture." He looked at her carefully and asked quietly, "Don't you like it?" "But who _is_ she?" Bobbie exclaimed. "That can't be me! No woman can possibly look as beautiful as the woman in that picture. No one!" There on the canvas was Bobbie reclined against a neutral background so there would be nothing to distract attention away from her magnificent body. Moreover, there was a look of incredible love in her eyes that then seemed to radiate from her entire body. Beyond that, though, the love of the artist for his model suffused the whole painting. It almost literally dripped with love. Shaking her head, she said softly, "No one could possibly love a person that much! It's impossible!" "I did it!" Terry exclaimed. "Oh God, thank you! I did it! I was able to get my love for you on the canvas. You see it, don't you?" Then he reached out and took her into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was so powerful it almost literally knocked her out. Then he murmured in her ear, "My darling Bobbie, I love you so much! I really and truly do." The two just clung to one another in a passionate embrace and ignored the passage of time. When they finally parted, they realized that quite a number of people had arrived to see the exhibit. To their embarrassment, everyone was gathered around their two pictures. Except for a few student artists checking on the positioning of their own works, no one seemed to be looking at anything else. When the people got a good look at Bobbie, and realized she was the model for the figure study they had all been admiring, they crowded around looking first at her, then at the oil and then back again. She was utterly stunned when the consensus opinion was that Terry had gotten it exactly right. She was as beautiful in life as she was in the painting. She could not believe it. She also teased him when she learned that Terry had received a "D " for his work, too, and for the same reason: No woman could possibly look as beautiful as Bobbie did in it. As they stood there, Alec Richardson came up to them and now Bobbie was mad. "I understand that you don't believe I look the way I do in Terry's painting. Why not?" Richardson was taken aback. Before he could reply, two other instructors joined him and together the three critiqued the work. Alec took the lead. Pointing to her breasts in the painting, he shook his head and said, "No woman looks like that -- unless she has had major-league silicone implants. Look at the shoulders: No woman alive has muscle development like that! And the skin tones: Ridiculous! It makes you appear to have golden skin." As he said it he swallowed hard realizing that the skin tones of her face, arms, and lower legs did match the picture. But he continued, "Look at the curve of the hip, the pelvis and crotch. Impossible!..." "Oh, I see," Bobbie said dryly. Then, before anyone knew what she was doing, she stripped off her dress, handed it to Terry to hold, and stood there, wearing only her heels and her bikini. Standing next to the painting she said, "Skin tone? What do you think?" When she stripped off her dress, Richardson and his colleagues were utterly stunned at her beauty. Going up close to him she said, "Feel my tit. I think you'll agree it's firm -- and it's all me. And while you're at it, check out my shoulders and upper arms: It may be impossible, but honest, it's me." As if mesmerized, the instructor put out his hand and touched her breast. "Squeeze it!" she demanded. "I can assure you I'm not at all breakable. Squeeze it!" she repeated. This time he did. His face dropped as he realized how utterly exquisite this girl really was. Then he ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders and upper arms, feeling the very smooth muscles right under her satin-smooth skin respond to his touch. His colleague, Jasper Clendon, did the same thing. In the meantime, the people attending the show just watched the developments in utter amazement. Although Bobbie was nearly naked, she appeared totally unconcerned and matter-of-fact about it. It was as if she were modeling for an anatomy class. Finally Richardson looked at his colleagues who were just shaking their heads in utter amazement. Then he turned to Terry and said, "Your project has just been re-graded, Williams. It's now an A+. Congratulations." Terry had been watching the proceedings with a mixture of amazement and amusement. Moreover, he took Bobbie's actions for what they were: an expression of her love for him. He knew she had accepted her own grade, but had fought for his. "Don't you think you would feel better, honey, with your dress on?" he asked quietly as he held it out to her. She grinned and slipped it over her head, zipped it up and restored her hair with just a flick of her hand. Before Terry could say anything else, a man came up to them and asked if Terry was the artist. When he said he was, the man offered to buy his painting for one thousand dollars. Terry told him it was not for sale, but the man increased his offer to five thousand, then ten thousand, and finally twenty thousand dollars. Each time the answer was the same: The painting was not for sale at any price. Bobbie was shocked. Then she was hailed and spun around to see Kelly coming into the hall, followed by Andy and Jack. She also saw Sam and Ellie Duncan several yards to the rear. Barbara waved at them and Sam winked while Ellie gave a little wave of her hand. As they had entered the hall, the Taylors had overheard a number of spectators talking about the remarkable performance they had just witnessed. After Andy kissed Bobbie, Terry quickly told her what had happened and what Bobbie had done. He ended by saying, "And she got a 'D ', too, and for the same reason." Seeing Richardson a few feet away he said, "And here's the chairman of the judging committee, Mr. Richardson. Perhaps he can explain their grading to you." Richardson heard his name mentioned and came over. Bobbie introduced the Taylors to him. At the mention of Andrea and Jack Taylor, Richardson's jaw dropped. "But you... You're..." "The subject of Bobbie's painting?" Andy finished. "I guess so. On the way in I heard what she did for Terry Williams. Mr. Richardson, let me say right now that I love this girl very much. My family and I would also be happy to strip right here, right now, if that would convince you that she got the anatomy and skin tones right." Andy looked into his eyes and then shook her head. "But that's not it, is it?" Richardson was dumbstruck. Finally he regained his voice and murmured, "My God! You're not human. None of you are. The goodness and the love..." He just slowly shook his head and said, "It's real, isn't it?" Then he turned to Bobbie, held out his hand and said, "Barbara, I owe you an abject apology. I could not have been more wrong about you or about your work. I remember saying that representational art disappeared with the development of the camera. Well, young lady, you have just proven me wrong! I looked at your painting and saw an incredible level of goodness and love. Now I meet your subjects and do you know what? _Now_ I see so clearly what you saw when you did the portrait. Without your work, though, I probably would have missed it completely." Then he shook his head sadly and said, "Barbara Cumings, you get an 'A+' on your project and an 'A+' for your degree grade. You are an utterly brilliant artist, and I'm sure I will be bragging for the rest of my life that Barbara Cumings was a student of mine." He looked into her eyes and said, "Will you forgive me? Please?" The girl pulled the older man's head down and kissed him softly full on the lips. When she parted, she shook his hand and thanked him for all he had taught her. Richardson shook hands with the rest of the party and excused himself. When he had gone, Bobbie turned to Terry and said, "Honey, why didn't you sell the picture? You turned down a great deal of money? Why?" Terry looked at her and was pleased that all the Taylors were beside them. Their presence fitted into his plan. "Barbara Cumings, did you say that if I beat you at 200 meters I could have you any way I wanted, for as long as I wanted?" Bobbie just nodded her head while she looked into his eyes. There was an expression there that she couldn't read. "Well," he said, "that's why I couldn't possibly sell it." Bobbie was utterly baffled at his reply. She just shook her had and said, "Terry, I don't understand. What does having my body to use have to do with selling your painting? It makes no sense. What _are_ you going to do with it?" "I was afraid you would never ask," he replied with the warmest smile on his face she had ever seen. "It's going to hang over our bed, darling." He took both of her hands in his, looked into her eyes and said, "It's really for the children. Honey, our oldest won't see his or her mother out of maternity clothes until the age of fifteen anyway, so I thought we should keep the painting to show our children what their mother looks like when she's not pregnant. Isn't that a great idea?" Bobbie began to cry. "I can't, Terry! I love you desperately, but giving birth to fatherless children... I just couldn't do it..." _"Fatherless?"_ he exclaimed. "Don't I count?" "But darling, if we're not married..." "Why wouldn't we be?" Then Terry brightened as if he had forgotten something. He hadn't. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "I guess I forgot something along the way. Darling," he continued, "I forgot to mention that the way I am going to take your body is as my wife! What other way is there?" Now Bobbie began to cry in earnest. To the others she had never looked so incredibly beautiful nor so vulnerable as she did then. "Terry, I'm a whore!" she cried. "You don't know what you're saying..." "Honey, didn't you look at my painting carefully? Couldn't you see my love? Did I miss so badly? God knows, I tried to communicate the incredible love I feel for you on canvas." Her tears stopped and her face reflected a kaleidoscope of emotion. Then her face brightened and her eyes were filled with hope and love. Slowly and softly she said, "You really do love me, don't you? In spite of all I've been and everything I've done, you honest-to-God love me. Do you, Terry?" He took her into his arms and crushed her body to his powerful chest. While stroking her hair he whispered into her ear, "My darling Bobbie, I utterly adore you! I want you to be my wife. I want it desperately! Will you have me as your husband? Please?" The girl began to cry but this time they were tears of joy. She was hearing something she had never dreamed of ever hearing. The man she loved with all her heart loved her, too! She eased away just far enough to focus her brilliant blue eyes on his. Looking deeply into them she said, "It's really true, isn't it? You really do love me. My darling, I adore you and always have. You have just made me the happiest girl in the whole world!" At that point the Taylors and the Duncans crowded around to congratulate the young couple. Then they all returned to the Taylor apartment for an impromptu engagement party.*Chapter 47* Anita Lucas Taylor was leaning back in her executive chair with her eyes closed, reflecting on the events of the last few days. She thought about the dinner at home the night before, smiled warmly to herself, and opened her eyes to look at the new watch on her wrist. It was an 18-ct. gold woman's Rolex that had been presented to her by her brand-new parents. * * * Actually, it had been an embarrassment to both Kelly and her. They had been planning for an anniversary celebration for their parents and had decided to make it a first anniversary in spite of them having been married for nine years. Mom -- Nita was so happy now to think of Andy as Mom -- insisted that the first eight years were a total loss and shouldn't even count. The hangup in their planning was the problem of gifts. There was nothing they could think of to give their parents. Then at dinner the previous night -- Andy had asked Kelly and her to please dress -- after finishing the main course, Mom had asked Ellie to bring out champagne glasses. When she did, it was obviously by prearrangement because she brought out six and she and Sam pulled chairs up to the table after Sam had poured the Dom Perignon. When the Duncans were seated, Jack reached into his jacket pocket, took out two pieces of paper and, after checking to see which was which, passed one to Kelly and the other to her. Both were still folded. Opening hers, Nita saw that it was a sealed court order of adoption: Anita Lucas was now the adopted daughter of Andrea Pierce Taylor and John Fletcher Taylor, III. When she saw what it was, Nita jumped from her chair and ran to Jack -- Kelly had already bolted towards Andy -- sat across his lap and kissed him with all the love she possessed. When she broke the love-laden kiss, she whispered, "Dad, this is the happiest and proudest day of my life! I can't tell you how happy you have just made me." Leaving his arms, she went to Andy and sat across her lap. This time, though, she completely lost control and started to bawl. Andy hugged her tightly and whispered, "We love you so much, darling daughter! You and your sister give us such incredible joy!" Nita was so stunned by Andy's words she recoiled and said, "Mom, how can you say such a thing? Of course, Kelly and I love you desperately, but how can we possibly give you joy? All I ever do is cause trouble." Andy melted her lips against Nita's and the flow of purest love almost knocked the girl out. When Andy relaxed her hold, she said, "Darling, that's what is so joyful! You and Kelly are constantly teasing each other, chasing each other around the apartment... And you are so incredibly beautiful!" By now Nita had reached her physical objective: She was a physical duplicate of Kelly and Andy herself. Her brown hair was now so sun-streaked that it was a virtual duplicate of Kathy's hair, with colors ranging from medium brown to platinum blonde. Moreover, it had been styled by Henry Hall in a very short boy's cut to replicate Andy's. Returning to her seat, she sat down facing Kelly. The champagne was still sitting untasted in front of them and Jack was making no move towards his glass. Instead he reached down beneath his chair and brought up two identically wrapped and sized boxes. Giving one box to each girl he said softly, "Happy birthday to Anita Lucas Taylor and Kelly Carmichael Taylor. I can't tell you how happy your new mother and I are right now!" Unwrapping the package, Nita's eyes widened as she saw it was a Rolex box. Opening it, she found her gold watch. Carefully removing it from the box she looked at it and then turned it over. On the back was engraved: "To Anita Lucas Taylor from her parents who love her with all their hearts on the day of her 'birth'." When Nita looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Although she couldn't focus her eyes very well, she was almost certain that Kelly had received the same gift and was reacting the same way. Then Jack raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast to two of the finest young women in the world; two women who have honored Andy and me by allowing us to adopt them as our daughters. To Kelly Carmichael Taylor and Anita Lucas Taylor: A loving welcome from their parents who adore them." Kelly replied to the toast first, and then it was Nita's turn. She raised her glass, while tears streamed down her beautiful face, and said, "Thank you, Dad, and thank you, Mom. Today I am the happiest person in the world. I have been welcomed into the most loving household in the whole world. How loving is it? Let me tell you about my wonderful new kid sister, Kelly. "We were talking in bed awhile ago about things that would make us most happy. Do you know what her ideal would be? It would be to donate her beating heart to you, Mom, or to you, Dad, if, by doing so, your lives might be extended. She said she would kiss the other parent, then kiss the recipient and then lay down on the operating table beside them so that her heart could enable him or her to live." Looking towards each end of the table she saw that tears were flowing from her new parents' eyes. Then she said, "That would truly be the height of Kelly's happiness: to give her life that you might live! This is my new kid sister. "Is there more? Of course! Do you remember a week ago Saturday when Kevin was over and we watched that sexy movie on cable?" Looking at Jack she said, "You got so carried away you took Mom right on the floor. I can remember her trying to look over her head while you were reaming her so she could still see what was happening..." "That's right!" Andy interjected. "And, Jack Taylor, I'm still mad at you, too. The least you could have done was to take me in the ass or from the rear so I could watch, too." "Anyway," Nita continued, "Kelly got carried away and took Kevin in her mouth while he ate her cunt. I just sat there." Looking back and forth she asked, "Do you know what happened later? I went to bed while Kelly rode home with Kevin. I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by this marvelous feeling in my crotch. Opening my eyes I turn on the light and see this hump under the covers. Throwing them back, I find my kid sister eating my cunt. As soon as I did, she changed positions, put my legs over her shoulders and worked on me for nearly an hour. I must have cum continuously for nearly thirty minutes before she put me out. When I asked her about it the next morning, do you know what she said?" Looking right and left she saw her parents shaking their heads. Answering her own rhetorical question Nita continued, "She said she could see me writhing on the sofa with no way to satisfy my own passion, so she decided to do it for me. Can you imagine? That's my kid sister." Nita looked to her left at Andy and said, "But most of all, there's my mother." Pausing for a moment she said, "I realize that it's a little odd when a girl's mother is only five years older than she is. But what does a mother do? She guides, she teaches, she trains, she motivates... But most of all, she loves! Mom, that's you." Turning to Jack she said, "And then there's my father. He loves me, he protects me, but most of all, when he's with Mom he shows me what married love can really be. He is Mom's motivating and powering force." After pausing for a moment she added, "You know, it's a damned good thing that we're on the fortieth floor. Any lower and we might be drowned by all the love that's generated here." Then with a little grin she added, "I wonder if it leaks through the ceilings of the apartments below...?" * * * Nita's reverie was interrupted by the telephone. It was Charles Mason's secretary calling to ask if she was free to come to the store president's office. After saying she would come over immediately, Nita checked her appearance in a small mirror she kept in her office and then went down the hall to his. When she entered the office, Mason smiled at her and indicated for her to take a seat. He was just ending a phone conversation. After hanging up the instrument, Mason looked at the girl sitting across from him and thought again of the fact that people who are together all the time rarely see physical changes in their colleagues. The first day he had met her, which was shortly after she joined the store, he thought she was a very pretty girl. But now she was stunningly beautiful. Moreover, every move she made was incredibly graceful and easy, reminding him of an athlete or a trained dancer. She was sitting at ease and yet her back was up straight, her head was up and her hands were folded in her lap. _Even her hands are beautiful,_ he thought. As the president of a top women's fashion store, Mason was always conscious of a woman's dress. Today he saw that Nita was wearing a beautiful gray wool suit with a high-necked silk blouse. Aside from the gold watch she was wearing, her only adornment was a double strand of pearls. The girl was stunned at Mason's first words: "Nita, it really doesn't work." "What doesn't work? I'm afraid I don't understand." Mason was in his late fifties. He looked distinguished in a very conservatively-cut suit. Born to money, he mingled easily and freely with the store's customers and moved in the same social circles. Now he just grinned broadly and said, "Nita, I hope you know how highly you are regarded by everyone here at Bergdorf's? There are even some of us who love you. To me, you are the beautiful daughter that my wife and I never had." The grin turned into a warm smile as he continued, "Because of who you are, some of us watch you very carefully. For example, you're going to be in a meeting with Bill Johnson today, aren't you?" Nita was so shocked her jaw almost dropped. "Yes, sir," she replied slowly, "but how did you know?" "I didn't know, Nita, I guessed." Now he looked amused as he explained, "I guess it's something I noticed for the first time a couple of months ago. Whenever you come to work doing your nun imitation, it means you're meeting Bill Johnson. But it doesn't work. You see, you are so incredibly beautiful, your beauty would show if you were wearing flour sacks." Now he grinned and added, "By the way, please don't! Some of our customers would see how beautiful you look in them and will want them, too. Then where would we be? How could we make any money? And what would our suppliers think?" Then he asked, "But why do you do it? Bill is really a very nice guy." Nita just slowly shook her head. Mason was absolutely correct, of course, but she wasn't about to admit it. Fortunately, she didn't have to, as he changed the subject. "Nita, first of all, congratulations! I learned yesterday that you are now Anita Lucas Taylor, the daughter of John Fletcher Taylor, III, and Andrea Pierce Taylor. I think it's wonderful! Your new mother called me yesterday to tell me and asked me to go over a few things with you." He looked down at his desk pad and then back up at her eyes. For the first time, he noticed how beautiful her gray eyes really were and then noticed that in spite of wearing no makeup, her whole appearance was vivid. Even her lips were cherry red and yet there was no sign of any lipstick. She was truly an incredible beauty. Continuing, he said, "I think your mother wanted me to talk to you in order to get your true reaction and opinion. She thinks -- correctly, I believe -- that she loves you so much and you return the love that you would answer, not in terms of what you want, but rather in terms of what you think she would want. That's true, isn't it?" Nita started to object but then just nodded ruefully and said, "Yes, sir. I guess it is." He smiled warmly and continued, "First, your parents asked me to give you this." With that he passed over a Morgan-Guaranty cashier's check in the amount of $100 million. Nita looked at the amount -- the numeral one followed by eight zeros -- and almost fainted. Mason just looked at the utterly stunned expression that came over the girl's face. The girl was truly shocked speechless. "They want you to be financially independent, Nita. They want you to lead your own life and not feel tied to them. At the same time they love you desperately. To your parents, it's just a small token of their love. Will you accept it in that vein? Please?" Nita had recovered enough to say, "Yes, sir. I will." She folded the check and stuffed it into her wallet. Then she sat up even straighter in the chair and asked, "What's next?" "The second follows from the first, Nita. They want to know if you wish to continue to work. Obviously, you have so much money now it's not necessary for you ever to do a lick of work again in your life. To put the money they gave you into context, it can easily provide you with a tax-free income in the range of $5 to $10 million a year or $50,000 to $100,000 _per week!_ Do you understand?" To Nita, the amounts were like telephone numbers. However, when Mason translated the money into a weekly income, she began to grasp the enormity of what had been given to her. Then she said softly, "I would like to continue to work here, sir, if I may. Will you allow it?" At this point Mason startled himself. Jumping up from his chair, he rushed around his desk to Nita. Not knowing what he had in mind, she rose to her feet, also. Then he took her in his arms and held her tight, then kissed her on the cheek. To his astonishment, she moved her head, molded her lips to his and gave him the most incredible kiss he had ever had. Again, it was a kiss of the purest love and goodness. When she released him, he murmured, "My God! Woman, you should be declared illegal!" Then with a grin he added, "In fact, all of you should be, beginning with your mother and including your sister, Kelly; Mrs. Carlson, Miss Morris, Mrs. Clifford... All of you!" Then, while still holding her in the circle of his arms, he asked, "Could I interpret the kiss to mean that you would be happy to stay? You're not just being nice?" She assured him that she really did want to remain at the store. Then he said, "Thank God!" Releasing her, he returned to his seat. "That was the worst of it -- for me, at least," he explained. "You see, Nita, I was scared to death. If you resigned, I honestly don't know how we could possibly replace you. To be very honest, the store's owners know what you are doing for us. I have been ordered to do anything -- and I mean _anything_ -- necessary to keep you here, up to and including giving you this job and this office. Understand?" Suddenly Nita began to cry. "But you can't say that!" she exclaimed. "I'm a fraud, a phony..." "Why?" he asked. "Because you didn't graduate from college? Because you're twenty-three years old, not twenty-eight?" Then he looked at her and said, "You are _exactly_ like your mother and your sister. You are beautiful, refined, intelligent, kind... And Nita, in your case you are possibly the greatest women's fashion authority alive! _At age twenty-three!"_ Nita was utterly stunned. "You mean... You knew?" "Honey, we're not always as dumb as we act. You see, after you performed so brilliantly when you joined us, we couldn't understand how any merchant would ever allow you to leave his store. Anyway, we made discrete inquiries and tracked your career backwards. The reason we never said anything was that if you wanted to pretend to be five years older than you are, we felt it was your business, not ours." Then with a grin he added, "Of course, in forty years or so, when you apply for social security, I guess we would have to say something... But until then..." At that Nita began to laugh. It was the merriest sound Mason had ever heard. Then he continued, "That brings me to the last point: Your mother wants to know if you wish to use your new name here at the store. To put it into perspective, all she wanted to know was which would be better:... from the _store's_ point of view and from yours." Then he shook his head as if to clear it and said, "I repeat what I said a moment ago: Your mother should be declared illegal. There is _no one_ as good, as kind and as considerate as she is. _No one!"_ Looking at her he asked, "Can you believe it?" "Yes, sir," she replied. "I would only be surprised at any other behavior on her part. You see, sir, my parents love each other desperately but don't care anything for themselves. It's always for others." Again she stiffened her spine and her eyes seemed to bore into his. Clearly she was trying to communicate something that was very important to her. "If I've changed -- and I think I have -- it's to try to be worthy of my parents' love. There's nothing I can give them -- except myself. I want to make myself into the best person I can be so they will be proud. By the way, please understand: Their pride is not in anything they've done; it's pride in what I do. They refuse to accept even a shred of credit for anything Kelly or I ever do. But yes, sir, I do believe it. What's your answer?" Mason just shook his head as he realized that everything this beautiful girl had told him was absolutely true. He replied, "Anita Lucas is the best-known fashion authority in New York and possibly in the United States. Nita, we would just as soon keep it that way, if it's all right with you." She agreed immediately. Then he added, "There's only one more thing -- and it's really none of my business. But please don't be so hard on Bill Johnson -- or so hard on yourself. Please?" She just nodded. Checking her watch she found it was time for her meeting so she excused herself and headed for the conference room. * * * As Bill Johnson approached Bergdorf-Goodman, he did so with a feeling of dread. Again he would be seeing Anita Lucas and the thought made him want to cry. >From the first instant he saw her he had been dazzled by her. She was the ultimate sophisticated New York socialite -- the type of woman who scared him to death. Bill Johnson was six feet three with sandy hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was very handsome yet didn't really know it. Growing up in a small Indiana town was certainly no background for dealing with women like her. As a high-school wide receiver he had come to the attention of a number of college scouts. When he was elected to the All-State team in his junior year, he heard from more. The great surprise came when he was contacted by an alumni recruiter from Yale University. All he had known about Ivy League schools was that they had outstanding reputations... and were incredibly expensive. With his parents both dead and their insurance money almost exhausted, Bill knew that the only way he could go to college would be on an athletic scholarship. Thus he concentrated on improving his football skills. The contact from Yale was unique in his experience. Instead of talking about football the man talked about his academic record and other interests. Bill told him he was a member of the National Honor Society, active in student government, and president of the senior class. Responding to the man's encouragement, he took the SATs. The net of it was that he applied to Yale and was accepted -- with a scholarship that paid for tuition, room, board and all fees. There was even a living allowance. Curiously, there was no mention of football or athletics at all. It was only when he had Yale's letter in hand that he realized there was such a thing as a scholarship for all-around excellence. At Yale, he starred for three years on the football team and was elected captain in his senior year. After a stint in the army, he went to Harvard Business School and then joined the advertising agency where he had just been elected a vice president. With his career beginning to go well, Bill had been screwing up his courage to ask Anita Lucas for a date. Then he learned something that almost destroyed him: Nita had become a rich man's mistress! The night he learned about it, he cried for the first time since his parents had been killed. He couldn't understand how a girl as beautiful, as brilliant, and as talented as she was could do such a thing. But it just got worse! In spite of himself, he had to admit that every time he saw Nita, she looked even better than she had the time before. Bill was now utterly defeated. When he learned what she had done, he was hoping that the experience would ultimately repel her. It was not happening. The last time he had seen her she was the most exquisite thing on two feet he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfection. As he approached the store's front door, he thought about the last time he had seen her. When she had left him, he watched as she just walked away. As usual, her attire was extremely conservative. Nevertheless, it was impossible to hide the incredible beauty of her body and when she walked away, he could see her beautifully trim little ass move with the most seductive -- yet at the same time, ladylike -- little wiggle. Bill rose to his feet when Nita came into the conference room and his heart turned over. Not only was she even more beautiful than she had been the last time he saw her, now she looked utterly joyous. Not only was she showing no signs of breaking off with her lover, she seemed to be thriving in the relationship. Bill was heartbroken. During the meeting, Nita behaved towards him the way she always did: businesslike and aloof. Yet this time there seemed to be something different, he thought. It was almost as if there was an undertone of amusement. When the meeting concluded, the other attendees left quickly, leaving Bill alone with Nita. Like a drowning man grasping for anything to stay afloat, Bill blurted, "Nita, you must stop it!" Nita had been gathering up her papers when Bill spoke. She felt her heart turn over but gave no sign. "What must I stop, Bill?" she asked quietly. Having started there was no stopping. Bill just bulled ahead and said, "You're much too good a person to destroy yourself as a rich man's mistress! Why are you doing it? Please! Give it up. You can't need the money or..." Even as he spoke, he realized how ridiculous he sounded. He dropped his head so she wouldn't see the tears that had come into his eyes and were blinding him. Groping around the table, he grabbed all the papers within reach and just shoved them into his case. He had just closed it when he heard her say, "Bill, it's after five o'clock. Would you like to have a drink with me and talk about it?" He looked up in shock. When he did, Nita saw the tears in his eyes and again her heart turned over. _My God!_ she thought, _Bill Johnson appears to care for me!_ Maintaining her composure, she smiled when he immediately agreed. She picked up the phone, called Sam and asked if he could pick her up in ten minutes. Turning her back to Bill, she dropped her voice and quickly told him that she was bringing Bill Johnson back to the apartment. Sam chuckled and said he would tell the others and would be right over. Bill's eyes widened when they left the store and found a Rolls limousine waiting at the curb. "Good evening, Miss Anita," Sam said very formally as he held the door. With the slightest nod he acknowledged the wink she gave him. When they were seated in the car and it was moving away from the curb, Bill looked surprised and asked, "Where are we going, anyway?" "Oh," she said blithely, "back to the apartment. My lover won't be over tonight so..." Nita just ignored his protests. When they arrived at the apartment, Bill was surprised as they went up the walk to the entrance. Being very tall, he was used to shortening his stride when walking with a woman, but with Nita he realized she had very long legs and easily maintained his normal pace. After exchanging a cheery greeting with the receptionist, she walked towards a private elevator. When they entered the cherry-wood paneled penthouse elevator, Bill's heart sank even lower. Clearly, Nita's lover was incredibly rich and was taking very good care of her. _What if she really likes it?_ he wondered. When the elevator doors slid smoothly open, he found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful black woman he had ever seen. She was wearing an incredibly sexy white maid's uniform and was holding open the apartment door. "Good evening, Miss Anita," she said in the softest, most musical voice he had ever heard. "I hope you had a good day." "Thank you, Ellie," Nita replied with a wink Bill couldn't see. "It was very good." Turning to Bill she said, "Bill, this is Ellen Duncan, our maid. Ellie, this is Bill Johnson." Bill was surprised at the firmness of the woman's grip. She took his coat and Nita's, and then Anita led the way into the most incredible apartment he had ever seen. He had seen nothing remotely comparable in even the finest decorating magazines. As she led the way into the library, it was all Nita could do to control a grin. When they entered, her mother and Kelly both rose from their chairs. As she knew they would be, they were perfect in their roles. Both were exquisitely dressed and looked even more beautiful than usual. "Mom and Sis," Nita said, "This is Bill Johnson. Bill, this is my mother, Andy Taylor, and my baby sister, Kelly." Bill was so utterly stunned he almost fell down. His jaw dropped and he just stood there dumbstruck. "Wouldn't you feel better with your mouth closed?" Kelly asked innocently. Her hand and Andy's were still outstretched. Closing his mouth with a snap he stammered, "How... How do you do?" Then he remembered his hand at his side and took Andy's in a firm grip, then Kelly's. Then he looked at Nita who was grinning from ear to ear. "But... but I... but I thought you were..." He couldn't continue. "You thought I was a rich man's mistress?" Nita finished. Well, Mom and Dad are pretty rich, and I live here at home so I guess you were pretty close." Then turning to Kelly she said, "How about a quick workout and a swim?" "Great!" Kelly replied. Bill was dumfounded to see the elegantly-attired Nita scamper off with the beautiful young woman she referred to as her baby sister. As amused as Andy was by the situation -- she knew exactly what had happened -- she took pity on Bill. Taking him by the elbow, she led him, as if in a trance, to an easy chair and sat him down. When Sam appeared a moment later, she asked for a scotch on the rocks for Bill and a club soda with a lime for herself. When Sam left to make the drinks, she smiled the warmest smile Bill had ever seen and said, "Please accept my apologies, Bill. That was a dirty trick my daughter, Nita, just played on you." "But... but... but I don't understand," he protested. "She _can't_ be your daughter. I mean..." "Why, William Johnson," Andy protested with a wide grin, "what's the matter with you? I gave birth to Anita at the age of five and Kelly when I was ten. What's so wrong with that?" Bill began to recover his wits and his sense of humor at the same time. Rising from his chair he bent over and pointed to his ass saying, "Mrs. Taylor, would you please give me a good hard kick? Right here!" Then he sat down again and said, "I really can't believe that there could be three women as beautiful as you three. Today, I thought Nita was the most beautiful girl in the world. Now, I'm afraid I'll have to modify it and say she's the most beautiful brown-haired girl... And you are the most beautiful blonde and Kelly is the most beautiful brunette." Then he shook his head and added, "But you are so incredibly alike! It's unbelievable." "Bill, let's get off on the right foot, shall we?" Andy asked. "First, please call me Andy. You might be older than I am. In fact, I'm twenty-eight." "Andy," Bill replied, "You're right. I'm twenty-nine." By this time he had received his drink and had taken a sip. Doing a double-take he said, "Good heavens! What _is_ this? It is utter ambrosia -- the finest scotch I've ever tasted!" "I don't know for sure," Andy replied, "but it's probably Cardhu. It is pretty good, isn't it?" Changing the subject she said, "Bill, I would consider it a personal favor if you would agree to stay for dinner. And from the look on Nita's face, she has plans for you to take her out afterwards. Do you mind?" _"Mind?"_ he exclaimed. "My God! How could I possibly." Then he told Andy how much he had admired Nita -- loved her -- from the first instant he saw her and had finally screwed up his courage to ask her for a date. Then, over the last few months, every time he saw her she looked even more beautiful than the time before. Since he heard that she had become a rich man's mistress just when he was going to ask her out, he was waiting for her to get tired of the arrangement, but it had never happened. "In fact," he said, "Today was the all-time record. I have never seen a girl look as beautiful as Nita did today." Hearing what sounded like a big splash, Bill turned in his chair and was in time to see the flash of Nita's nude body as she dove into the water. Although the surface of the pool was below his sight-line he could see the swimmers' progress by the water being kicked up. He turned back to Andy and said incredulously, "Good heavens! You have a full-sized pool? Way up here!?" "Sure do," Andy replied casually. Then she asked, "Would you like to do a few laps before dinner? I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind your company." Bill quickly declined. Then they talked about Bill's background from Indiana, through Yale, the Army and then the Harvard Business School. He was talking to the most fascinating woman he had ever met when he heard the sound of the door opening and Jack's cry that he was home. Andy called to him and he came into the library to greet Bill wearing his usual work shirt and jeans. Being introduced by Andy, he took Bill's hand in a powerful grip and said, "I'm delighted to meet you, Bill. I'm Jack Taylor, Nita's father." Then he took Andy into his arms and they melted their lips into each other's in the most passionate kiss Bill had ever seen. When they eased away from each other, Bill excused himself to shower and change while Andy's eyes were still glassy from the kiss. "You love him very much, don't you?" Bill said softly. Shaking her head to clear it Andy replied, "You sure got that right. I love Jack Taylor more than life itself!" Hearing the words after seeing them together, Bill believed that it was the literal truth. He was continuing to tell her about himself when he stopped in mid-sentence and said, "Andy Taylor, you are an incredible woman. Do you know that?" "That's a very nice thing for you to say even if it's not true," she responded. "But why did you say it when you did?" "Because it _is_ true. I suddenly realized that I was telling you my entire life story with just a little prompting from you. I have just told you things I have never told to a living soul," he replied. He paused for a moment and added, "And I think I know why, too. For some reason -- and I'm damned if I know what it is -- I am convinced that you are genuinely interested. You are, Andy, but why are you?" "Because," she replied simply, "I think I have a responsibility to Nita to get to know the man she intends to marry." This time Bill was truly struck dumb. He had heard the words, but moreover, he heard them as a simple statement of fact. His jaw dropped and his mouth was still open when Nita returned to the room. In slightly less than one hour she had had a full gym workout, swum 1,000 meters, took a shower, soaked in a bathtub loaded with musk oil, been massaged by Kelly with even more of the precious oil and dressed. She was wearing a dress that Kathy Carlson and her mother referred to as "Clifford & Jamison standard": It's neckline plunged between her firm tits down to her navel, it's back dropped to the crack between her ass cheeks and it had a full short silk chiffon skirt that would flare out straight in a spin. It's color was a very pale gray that complimented her beautiful eyes. Looking at Bill she said softly, "Hi! I'm back. I hope I didn't take too long." Spinning in his chair, Bill closed his mouth only to have it drop open again. He had never realized the degree to which Nita had worked to conceal her beauty in the past whenever they might be together. Tonight was the exact reverse. With Kelly's help, she was trying to look as good as it was possible for her ever to look. With Anita, that was very beautiful, indeed. As if in a trance Bill rose to his feet looking at the apparition standing in front of him. As soon as he was on his feet Nita reached out, put her hands around his neck and kissed him. Their first kiss was even better than she had hoped. She could hear the bells and feel a jolt of electricity through her body that almost knocked her down. It caused her to hold on to his neck even tighter. By this time his hands had come up from his sides and wrapped around her back pulling her tightly against his body. Now Nita concentrated on working her lips on his. When her tongue darted like a small snake into his mouth and contacted his, there was another jolt of electricity. Andy smiled warmly. It looked like things were working out for her beloved daughter. At the same time Bill realized that his hands were on Nita's bare back. Moving his right hand over the golden tanned surface he realized how perfect this girl really was. Finally they eased out of the kiss but continued to hold on to each other. When she could finally speak, Nita said, "Thank you so much, Bill. That kiss was utterly delicious!" For his part Bill didn't know what to say. Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa and they sat down together. Turning to her mother she asked, "Have you learned Bill's entire life story yet? Is there anything I should know?" "One thing, darling," Andy replied. "He's from Indiana and went to Yale on a full scholarship. Does that make you feel better?" "As a matter of fact, no," Nita replied. "How do you think Bill would feel with a wife who only graduated from high school? He already has two degrees to my none!" Then she explained her background to Bill omitting nothing. There were tears in her eyes when she finished. By this time Jack had joined the group along with Kelly. They had listened to the end of Nita's story and watched Bill's reaction with interest. Jack knew that Nita's self-appraisal was wrong. But she finished by saying, "Bill, I know this is the first and only time you will ever see me, but... but... could you take me out for a while after dinner? Please? I'll pay." "The hell you will!" Bill exclaimed. "If you think for one minute I'm going to allow my wife to tell all our children that she paid for our first date, you've got another think coming!" _"Wife? Children?"_ Nita exclaimed. "What children?" "All the children you're going to bear for me in that magnificent body of yours." Then his face fell and he added, "I'm sorry, Nita. Do you want children? As the prospective mother, of course, it's your decision." "Darling," she replied, "all I can say is what a wonderful friend was told. Her fiance has a gorgeous nude painting of her and told her it was going to hang over their bed. He turned down an offer of twenty thousand dollars for it, too. When she asked him why, he told her it was to show the kids what their mother looked like when she wasn't pregnant. 'After all,' he said, 'The oldest might be fifteen before you're out of maternity clothes.'" With the warmest look Bill had ever seen, she added, "When I heard what he said, my only thought for myself was that the oldest would be over twenty-one! Darling, I want dozens!" Then he saw the most incredible love he could imagine in her eyes as she said, "My darling, will you give me another kiss?" She grinned and added, "Since we're sitting down now, we won't even fall over." To the quiet applause of the others she melted her lips to his. When the family went into the dining room, Bill was again awestruck. First, the table setting was utterly spectacular. Beyond that, though, it was so apparent to him that the others were completely at home in the setting. What followed was the most spectacular meal he had ever eaten in his life -- and he had eaten at all of the best restaurants in New York at one time or another. At the same time, he could not get over Anita who was sitting beside him. During his talk with Andy while Nita was getting ready, she had mentioned how Nita had gone out of her way to hide her beauty whenever they would be together. Tonight her behavior was exactly the opposite. She was dressed to entice -- and it was certainly working. The plunging neckline revealed the beautiful curve of her breast while the very soft material also showed her proudly up-thrusting nipples. Finally, there was the dinner-table conversation. Never in his life had he encountered such a wide-ranging discussion. Finally, feeling like a spectator at a tennis match as his head moved back and forth, he said to Jack, "Sir, did I hear correctly? None of these women has more than a high-school diploma? It's... it's impossible! I've never met a person -- even with advanced degrees -- who is as well-read or as well-informed as these women..." "I beg your pardon!" Andy interrupted with a grin. "I _am not_ a high-school graduate. I'm a high-school dropout. I guess I finished two and a half years of high-school or something like that." She looked thoughtful and added, "To be honest, I really think that most of my high-school credits were gifts." Then her expression changed to a warm smile and she said, "Maybe it shows that there's more to life than pieces of paper. I've tried to encourage my daughters to be ladies and I can't tell you how impressed I am with what they've done." Nita sat up even straighter in her chair doing wonderful things to the front of her dress. Turning to Bill she said, "It's all Mom and Dad, but particularly Mom. She claims to be a high-school dropout and I guess she really is. But at the same time I have never met a woman who is more intelligent or better informed. She is the model that Kelly and I try to emulate. In fact, Bill, I'm the Jane-come-lately in this equation. Look at my baby sister sitting across from you. What do you think of her? Isn't she utterly beautiful -- in all senses of the word?" Bill looked at Kelly and just whistled softly. Then Nita added, "There's one thing you ought to know, Bill, and it relates to all of us. You see, I'm really not free to enter into a relationship with anyone." Looking sad she continued, "It's Dad. Bill, you see, I'm Mom's backup and Kelly is mine. When Dad wears out Mom into an early grave -- the way he plows her insides that's not going to be more than a year or two -- he will take me. When I die, he moves on to Kelly." Knowing he was being teased Bill played along and asked, "But what happens after Kelly? There's no reason to believe she will last any longer than you two." "That's a very good question and there are two parts to the answer. First, Dad will be getting older, too. But second, the physical wear-out has two parts: The first is his huge steel pipe reaming our insides, while the second comes from carrying his children. With any luck among us there will be a number of girls, so..." Looking at Jack, Andy caused a tear to come to her eye and asked, "Darling, am I really that bad? Am I coming apart? Do I have a week or two left...?" "Bill," Jack said, "what you just heard is the most unmitigated bullshit that's been spread around here in years! Wearing _Andy_ out? What nonsense. _I'm_ the one being worn out. The woman is utterly insatiable. But..." Jack's expression changed dramatically as he continued, "The reality, Bill, is that every day I'm in heaven. When I wake up, I feel this incredibly supple golden body molded against mine. Andy's head is on my shoulder and my nostrils are filled with her incredibly sweet natural scent. We worship each other's body. Believe me when I say there is nothing better. Nothing!" He grinned and added, "Incidentally, Bill, in addition to the differences in their hair color, about the only other difference among the Taylor women is their bodily fragrance. They all overdose on musk oil which accentuates the natural scents of the body. They're all different but all luscious." After dinner Bill asked Nita if she would like to go out dancing. She grinned and rapidly nodded her head. Then her face fell and she said, "Bill, I really should pay for the evening. After all, I did invite myself." He wouldn't hear of it, reminding her again that he would not open himself up to be teased by their children for the rest of their lives by being told that their mother paid for their very first date. Nita winked at him and daintily stuck out her tongue. Sam dropped them off at the hotel in the limousine. When they reached the lounge where there was a small combo playing for dancing, Bill just shook his head when he learned that reservations had been made for Mr. Johnson's party of two. "I guess it's your mother again," he commented to Nita wryly. "I told you, darling," she replied, "All Mom ever thinks about is other people." Then she looked concerned and added, "I hope she didn't hurt your feelings or anything by making a reservation for us. It's the very last thing..." "How could it possibly?" he asked softly. By this time they were seated side by side at a banquette table. Turning towards her, he again savored her lips and felt the marvelous flow of electricity between them. When they eased apart, Nita was concerned at the look of sadness in his eyes. Asking about it he replied with a lugubrious face, "Nita I have bad news." Her eyes widened at his statement and her face fell as he continued, "I've fallen in love... with my future mother-in-law! Isn't that terrible?" "I don't think so at all!" she exclaimed gaily. Then she told him about the family and about Andy's background. Finally, she looked at him very seriously and said, "Bill, one thing really does concern me, though. That's the fact that none of us -- except Dad, of course -- has a degree. Isn't that a terrible comedown for you? You have two degrees, after all -- and from two of the most prestigious institutions in the country." "Darling," Bill replied, "maybe you didn't believe me. The fact of the matter is that I have never had -- or heard of -- a more fascinating dinner-table conversation than we had tonight." Then he looked at her intently and asked, "Is there any subject -- _any at all!_ -- that your parents, your sister and yourself can't talk on, at length and with expertise? Darling, you are the best-educated woman I have ever met!" Then he became very serious and changed the subject. "Nita, there are two things that bother me, though. First, you are such a sophisticated city girl and -- as you just learned -- I'm just a bumpkin from Indiana..." "Bill," Nita interrupted, "I guess Mom pumped you dry, but you still don't know very much about me. You see, I was raised by a whole succession of distant relatives. One aunt and uncle lived in upstate New York on a farm. I lived with them one summer, and it was the happiest time of my whole life -- at least, until I met my parents. Darling, I loved it!" She grinned and said, "Sophisticated? Me? Ha! Honey, I guess I was about twelve years old at the time and had just passed through puberty. Well, in spite of my tits starting to form, I spent the whole summer only wearing a pair of Levi's with the legs torn off -- no top, _ever!_ I was tanned all over. I even wore the jeans swimming -- I never took them off. After swimming, I would just let them dry on me." She looked at him seriously and said, "Now, the only difference would be I wouldn't bother with the shorts. I would spend the whole summer naked. Does that idea bother you?" Bill just smiled warmly and said, "It sounds marvelous! But that brings me to the other thing: Honey, you said you want lots of children and so do I. But, since talking to you, I've started to worry. After all, I'm an advertising executive, and it's not the world's most secure occupation. There's no problem now, of course, but what about later? When we have three or four kids? Then it will be impossible for you to work, and if I lose my job..." "How much do you make?" Nita asked softly. "Four hours ago I would have considered such a question to be presumptuous in the extreme, but..." "I make $150,000 a year," Bill said softly. "It was when I got the last promotion and raise that I thought maybe I could ask you out." Nita released a brilliant smile and said, "I guess there's no problem then, darling." Having remembered she had stuffed her parent's check into her wallet, she pulled it out and said, "If you get laid off or something, we could always fall back on a few dollars I have." Then she opened the check out and put it in front of him. Bill glanced at it and then did a double-take. "This... this... this check is for..." Nita started to giggle as he used his finger to carefully count the zeros on the check and said with his eyes as big as saucers, "...one hundred million dollars!" "Mr. Mason said that I could invest the money and do pretty well. Honey, I don't know anything about investments. Is he right? But there does seem to be enough to buy a little farm somewhere, if you would like to." Then she told him about her parents and the fact that there was virtually unlimited money. He just shook his head. Then she said, "As long as we're discussing problems, though, I have one, too." Turning sideways to face him she asked, "Bill, do you like my body? Would you please feel a tit?" She looked concerned as she continued, "Actually, Mom and Kelly and I are all pretty muscular, and we all have very firm tits and tiny buns. And I'm almost sure my boobs aren't nearly as big as you would like them to be..." Responding to her invitation he slipped his hand into the deep cut of her dress and cupped her tit in his hand. As soon as he did, Nita put her hand over his from outside the dress just to keep it in position. Bill squeezed it lightly and then harder. She just made a wonderful happy sound deep in her body when he did. "Darling Nita," he said softly, "you are feminine perfection! Is that good enough?" "One last thing, Bill, that I guess you have a right to know. You see, on our wedding night you'll find out anyway..." "That you aren't a virgin?" he interjected. "Nita, no girl these days over the age of twelve still is. That's no problem." "No, Bill," she said softly but with deep concern in her eyes. "I _am_ still a virgin. So is Kelly, by the way. So all you really have to look forward to is a very sloppy bride getting blood all over the dumb sheets. Isn't that an awful thing to have to think about?" Then she quickly explained about the all-girl high school and all the time she spent in libraries. "The fact of the matter is, Bill," she concluded, "I could count the total number of dates I have ever had on the fingers of one hand. If you're looking for experience..." She just shrugged unhappily. "Well," he replied, "then I guess we ought to think about getting a learner's permit instead of a marriage license. Honey, I've had about three dates in my whole life. And," he blurted as he blushed red as a beet, "I'm a virgin, too. I never even kissed a girl until I kissed you tonight!" At that she began to giggle. Then Bill started to chuckle and in moments the couple were howling with laughter. Finally Bill put out his hand and said, "I'll make a deal with you Nita. I promise not to laugh at your inexperience it you don't laugh at mine. Is it a deal?" "It's a deal!" she exclaimed. They spent the rest of the night dancing and talking. Only when the lounge was closing did they reluctantly leave. They found Sam Duncan outside waiting for them when they came out. It was only when Sam made noise drumming his fingers on the car door that the two in the back seat broke their passionate embrace and said goodnight. Sam noted happily that both Bill and Nita were so dazed with their love and passion that they scarcely knew what was happening. He was delighted. To be continued... * * * Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome. Let me hear from you. morg105829@aol.com *Kathy Carlson* Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan. All rights reserved. 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